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Finalised request policies document
Hey, all.
With some recent changes that I made regarding how I manage my requests that never got documented, I've finally taken the time to do so. If you look at this new iteration, you'll see not only the additions, but the removal of some that I considered obsolete as well as those that couldn't strictly be considered a 'guideline'. Other changes include word fixes.
I don't see this changing any more in future, so for now, I consider this the final, complete version. Have a look and see for yourselves.
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September 24, 2023
Shizuku 9, Shawnie 3. Hollister jeans, red skate tee, pink hoodie.
Legend level. Yeah I got fucking soaked again. Shizuku was all like "no" and nothing worked. 12 canipees and 12 fuck yous. 6 challenge sessions, 8 challenges, 3 refused, 5 done. Legas apart 4 minutes, went OK, 3 minutes off. Touch toes 5 second at a time for 8 minutes, pretty fucking hard, couple squirts. 3 minutes off. warm water down pants, fuck no on that one. fill cup slowly, whatever easy, 3 minutes off. squirt one second, wett spot, 2 minutes off. legs apart stretch 5 times. not too bad. 3 minutes off. ice cubes down pants, fuck no. touch toes 5 second for 8 minutes fuck no cause i woulda pissed bad.
Totals so far. 11 sunday mornings, 12 on legend level. 9 fucking soaked endings, 2 damp but winning endings, 1 totally dry ending, 100 fuck yous and 3 yesses from Shizuku. 45 challenge sessions, 56 challenges, 12 rejected, 43 done.
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Hi again! When I made the first poll, I wasn't really sure how it was going to turn out. Turns out, it was really close between the votes, to the point of the top contenders (big bladder girl and goth girl) being tied with each other at 13 votes each. To get a conclusive winner, I've decided to take the four top contender to a final round (I took all the ones with 10 or more votes, which is pretty arbitrary I know, but I had to cut things off somewhere). This also means there are two candidates for pee desperation and two candidates for poop desperation. You can only vote for a single one this time as well, so pick your favorite!
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Just another omorashi challenge
Welcome to this challenge, it's the first time I've made one up myself so I don't actually know if it'll be too easy or too hard for the average Joe.
Only one way to find out, feel free to provide feedback if you deem it necessary!From now on you're not allowed to relief yourself in a toilet of any shape or form, if you did so before reading this I guess you're lucky!
Let's start with what you should wear...
(If you prefer cross-dressing, pick whichever you like)Pick out the clothes but don't dress up yet!
For males, wear tight underwear and over it, wear shorts, the tightest pair you've got.
Roll up the legs a bit so they're even shorter and tighter.Put on whatever you prefer on the upper part of your body.
For females, also wear tight underwear, if you have a string thet's perfect! If not, panties will do.
Wear either short shorts over it or a short dungaree, your choice.
Women should also wear whatever they prefer on the upper part of their body.Bonus: Chokers for both men and women if possible!
Now thet you've chosen what to wear, go get a drink before dressing up...
After finishing it start dressing, after putting on each piece of clothing take a big gulp from your drink.
If you finish the drink before getting fully dressed go get a new drink.When done dressing up, finish the remainder of your drink.
Good, now that you've dressed and drank a bit of fluids let's start the first challenge!
First fo refill your drink.
Then go to the following website and complete one field of intermediate level minesweeper, if you fail you need to restart the level and try again, every time you fail you have to take a big sip from your drink.
https://minesweeper.online/game/2546785766Finished the minesweeper? Good job! Now you're a gamer!
On a scale of 1 to 10. how bad do you have to go?
1-3 > Go fill a bottle of water, at least 450mL (16floz), and drink it entirely. After finishing it do 30 squads, 30 push-ups and 30 sit-ups...
4-7 > Go fill a bottle of water, at least 450mL (16floz), and drink half of it. After doing so do 15 squads, 15 push-ups and 15 sit-ups... After this finish the bottle...
8-10 > Do the 15 squads, 15 push-ups and 15 sit-ups. You don't have to drink for now...Now that you've had your daily workout it's time for chores...
Go do the dishes, if you don't have any dishes to clean you should go do other chores around to house for at least 10 minutes 🙂Those dishes/chores must have been exhausting! Maybe get a drink?
Drink at least 3 tall glasses worth of whatever beverage you prefer, just remember, no alcohol for anyone who's under the legal age of the country they're currently in!You finished your drink? Good job!
Now go stand with your legs spread apart for 5 minutes.
No grabbing! No bending over!Still dry? Good job!
Maybe it's time I start really testing you?If you're wearing a belt, tighten it real good! You don't want your pants falling off do you?
For anyone not wearing a belt, take one and put it on as tight as you can!Now go lie down on your belly and grab your feet behind your back, hold this position for at least 5 minutes...
After doing so watch this video,
You like it? There's quite the important message behind it, the whole thing about wasting fresh water etc.
Really makes you think...Now we're at the topic of thinking, time for a quiz!
For each question you get wrong drink a glass of water and do 10 squats!
If you don't have anything right it might be even worse though...
NO LOOKING ANYTHING UP!Q1: How much water on earth is in the oceans?
A; About 85%
B; About 90%
C; About 95%Q2: Adults exist of 55-60% water, how much is this for a newborn baby?
A; 69%
B; 78%
C; 85%Q3: How much of the freshwater withdrawals is being caused bu the agricultural sector?
A; About 50%
B; About 70%
C; About 90%Q4: (For Europeans) In one cubic meter there's how much water?
A; 10 Liters
B; 100 Liters
C; 1000 Liters
(For Americans) In one cubic foot there's how much water?
A; About 6.5 Gallons
B; About 7 Gallons
C; About 7.5 GallonsA1: C
A2: B
A3: B
A4: CAs instructed before the quiz, for each wrong answer you have to drink a glass of water and do 10 squats...
SO!1 Wrong answer:
1 Glass of water and 10 squats
2 Wrong answers:
2 Glasses of water and 20 squats3 Wrong answers:
3 Glasses of water and 30 squats4 Wrong answers (everything wrong):
4 Glasses of water, 40 squats and lay on your belly for 4 straight minutes >:)Now that you've come pretty far, it's time to step it up a bit.
Go outside and walk to a store at least 2 kilometres away (about 1.3 miles), you can either choose to take a small bottle of soda with you or buy one when you get there.
When there drink at least 200mL of soda (6.8 floz) before returning home.When you return home go to https://www.sudokuweb.org/ and generate a 9x9 Sudoku.
Draw over this Sudoku onto a piece of paper, don't solve it yet!Drink at least 2 tall glasses of water before continueing!
Now get a ball about the size of a tennis ball, put it on the ground and lay down with your bladder on top of the ball.
While in this position solve the Sudoku, you can stand up and continue only after solving the sudoku!For anyone who chose for a bonus when dressing up, here's your luck!
Remember you'd get a bonus if wearing a choker?Well, if you put it on and are still wearing it instead of doing the following challenge you can just set a 10 minute timer to take a break and hold any way you want.
If you didn't get the bonus, you're in for some trouble...
You're gonna get yourself a dice, if you don't have any you could use this website https://rolladie.net/The number you roll each time will be the X in the equations below.
Roll:
Do X*10 squatsRoll:
Plank for X*5 secondsRoll:
Sit down on the floor, legs spread apart as far as you can for X*20 secondsRoll:
Write a handwritten report about what you're going through right now, it should be at least X*50 words.Roll:
Take a vibrator (if you don't own one there's apps for that on your phone), and put it on your bladder for at least X*10 seconds.
Really push it down!Well then, if you haven't at least leaked yet you've got quite a strong bladder...
We're nearly done, so maybe it's time for some relaxation, go watch any movie that's at least an hour in length, take a soda and some salty snack be it crisps or salted nuts.
Finish your snacks and beverage before the end of the movie.If you finish the movie without leaking I'm really proud of you and you can releif yourself, but of course not without taking off any piece of clothing!
You didn't think I'd let you go to the toilet now did you?As I said before the challenge started this is my first challenge I've made up, so please feel free to give me feedback.
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Chapter 13
Chapter 13: The Lesbian Christmas TV Special
~~Thursday December 4th, 2008~~
Sniff sniff... a purple haired goblin with white fur is scouting the forested area around its vicinity. In their grubby little hand is a simple metal pipe that they're using as a makeshift club. They're carrying it around like a sword, despite it being basically useless as a weapon.
"Kriiiiii!"
"Huuuuu..."
"Kriii!"
Two of its... we shall call them acquaintances, seem to have found something. One of them, a green haired goblin, is just standing there staring blankly at something. The other one, a white haired goblin, has a crude stick in one hand while holding a pair of torn yellow panties in its other one. It's only at this time when the purple haired goblin notices what its green companion has been staring at.
There's a woman, with pink fur and a rather thin tail, laying face first on the ground and still moaning and clearly in a daze from whatever put her there. Her fat butt, tight anus and slightly agape pussy are fully visible for all to see, since the white haired goblin already pulled her pants down before he ripped off her underwear. The purple goblin snatches the panties from the white one's hand and rubs its snout across them, taking in the scent... and then sniffs the fallen lady's asscrack.
Yup, they are her panties alright. By this time, the three goblins little erections are evident through their thin loincloths.
Man... Father really programmed them this way hmm? I shouldn't be surprised anymore but, tsk, I click my tongue in annoyance. I flick the fresh blood off of my scythe and carefully slide down the steep rocky hill that Eris fell down. By the time I land loudly on level ground the trio of the furry gobs notice me, but it's too late for them. They were way too distracted by her butt. I can't blame them I suppose.
"Krii!!" They yell at me as the purple haired one drops Eris' panties and prepares to attack.
So pitiful really. I swing my scythe horizontally and easily slice its head off when it gets too close, these guys aren't very good at combat after all. The other two horny goblins scream at me but it's too late. I dash forward and completely eviscerate one, it's innards would spill out if it weren't a robot but it just crackles with electricity as too many of its mechanical parts are destroyed and it simply falls over limp.
"The only one who can rape Eris is me." I whisper a rather dark joke as I slice my scythe vertically, impaling the last goblin through its lower jaw while most of the blade juts out from the top of its skull.
I loosen the dead weight from my scythe with a final wide diagonal swipe and take a deep breath. That's all of them... for now.
"I heard that you know." a bruised and dirt covered Eris grumbles and complains as she picks her panties up off of the ground while still sitting down. "They're shredded. Great. Fucking shit."
"You want a pair of mine?" I say with a proud smirk. "Our butts are almost the same size."
"Why the fuck do you have spares?" Eris practically spits at me as she covers up her snatch with her free hand. "Creep..."
"I just bring a few with me now, I hate going through a day of training with dirty underwear on, especially if it starts off shitty." I rummage through my backpack and throw a red pair at her stupid face. "You should be thankful."
She pulls them off of her disgruntled mug and inspects them. Then she sighs like the bitch she is. "I suppose these'll have to do."
I'm wearing my black pair that's still nice and clean. Hehe, no goblin panty thieves for me to deal with today! Ahem. I turn around while Eris takes off her pants completely and I assume she puts on the fresh pair of undies. I'd like to watch I guess but hey, Sorcha is the only woman I need in my life right now. Ok I may have peaked once or twice.
She's wearing a business suit again by the way, guess she likes to fight in those... tight suit pants and shirt/jacket combo. Whatever. Can't say my training wardrobe has changed much either, I'm just wearing military pants and boots and a tanktop, as per usual. I kinda stopped wearing the jacket awhile ago, most of the time. If the climate of the day is bitterly chilly I'll wear a thick coat and pants but that's annoying to fight in and limits my mobility, even in normal gravity. I really should get more cold resistance to be fair, seems like something I can do when we run into the next cold arena, well colder than this one anyway. I'm not sure what skills to get or level up right now anyway, I have just over 800K soul points just sitting in my UI menu right now, just idling away.
"Took you long enough to come down here..." Eris is still very bitter as she pulls her suit pants back up.
"I was fighting the other four G-Sentinels that you were struggling against, or did you forget about them already?" I sneer with my tone but not my face, no point in that when she can't even see it.
This is the first round of today's training. A vast forest, very Earth-like, filled with snow goblins or some shit, yeah because those exist. I guess Father is designing creatures based on our ancient mythologies now, at least partially. And just like in those stories the goblins are short, weak and lusty all the time. You can take out one or two easily but if there are a lot on you they can easily... gang rape you, probably.
Anyway, Eris and I saw each other within minutes of teleporting into the arena, so we begrudgingly decided to work together, we didn't yet know what enemies we would face today after all. We ended up fighting a group of them on a small cliffside of sorts, Eris fell down mid battle and well, you're caught up now.
I look up at the glass dome and it says there's 453- now 451 goblins left. Another one of those days with weak enemies in higher numbers hmm? Perfect.
"Are you injured anywhere?" I ask in a rather uninterested tone, her classy suit is torn to shit in several places.
"I'm fucking fine." Eris says as she digs one of her dagger gloves out of the mud. The other one appears to be broken.
"Okay geez. I hate you too but you don't have to be so unpleasant, sheesh." I say as I close my eyes for an extended period of time while gesturing with my free hand. "Let's keep moving then once you get all your shit together."
"Tch." Eris grumbles at my remark as she picks up her own backpack, which seems to be mostly intact.
"Oh and you can keep the panties." I say with a wide smile plastered on my face.
Eris just flips me the bird with her right hand and a slightly annoyed expression. "Fuck off you cunt."
After our sisterhood of the traveling bitching continues for awhile, we get on the move again. I can't help but feel a slight worry in the back of my mind though. If the goblins get the chance to... well, fuck us, it's not gonna be pretty. Man I'm horny today.
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Look ok, if you saw a bunch of short perverts tear off Eris' panties and expose her ass you'd be moist too. Her personality is god awful but one can't deny her deliciously hot booty. Anyway where was I?
Oh yes, goblin gang rape. Yeah we've got to avoid that... totally. So as we walk through the chilly yet not snowy forest, these are the thoughts going through my pee brain. We're both not the best fighters but I am better than Eris. Her best ability is... well I don't actually know really. She's never used her skills around me. All I've seen her use are those ninja gloves with daggers strapped at the ends. I have no idea what they're called so I'll just call em... claw daggers. Original I know.
Anyway, she faced a couple goblins with some thick clubs and that was enough to break one apparently, before she got her ass handed to her of course. How is she still so bad at melee combat after four months of training? Even Jesus Christ himself couldn't answer that one. Hey it's December so you'll get baby god jokes all damn month, deal with it.
But if we do get cornered, I'm more than confident that I can handle it on my own, I'm basically Eris' glorified bodyguard right now. I can just get behind her and cover her ass in the back, much like my panties are doing right now. I'd just need to find some way to stop these little fucks from touching her booty... or not, I could let em shred her pants so I have something nice to look at. Hmm.
Yes I know I'm horrible.
Regardless I've ranted long enough let's go. I should mention that being around Eris for only like fifteen or twenty minutes has caused my stress levels to skyrocket... and my bladder despite being only partly full is aching more than usual as a result. I may be forced to piss during training again but I guess we'll cross that Golden State Bridge when we come to it.
These are the jokes you signed up for long ago, come on now.
Regardless, we see a stone tower in the distance after awhile. 378 goblins left. I've only killed two more since the first attack so... I guess most of them are just in a far off part of the arena. However, the wooden door of the spire bursts open and five- no six goblins burst out. They're all wielding rusty weapons and wearing nothing but thin loincloths that barely conceal their tiny pricks.
Damn. Since we're basically in an open plain outside of the forest, they rush us all at once. I can use my lightning on them but I don't know if I have time to activate it before they reach us. I begin to charge up my power but they're coming too quickly. Just before I stop though, Eris fires a transparent pink beam of energy at them. Instantly all the goblins get fully erect and drop their weapons, their horny-filled eyes are glazed over and they cease moving towards us.
"Hurry!" Eris yells. "This will only stun them for a few seconds!"
Pff, that's all I need. With intense focus and a mild strain on my body, I finish imbuing my scythe with crimson lightning as I swing it horizontally. The energy shoots out in a singular wave of light and blasts all six of them at once, completely frying five of them, leaving one just barely functional as it writhes on the ground with a cybernetic boner. Eris quickly runs up to it and jams her claw dagger deep into its head. Guess she's not completely useless in combat after all.
"What was that just now?" I question as I put my scythe on my back.
"My power dumbass." Eris bitches back.
"You have... a horny attack beam?" I have to hold back a laugh as I smile. Ow, even doing that makes my pussy uncomfortable. Damn I have to urinate more than I thought I did.
"You have a fucking problem with that?" Eris stares deep into my soul as if she's dead serious. Ohhh scary.
"Nah, no problem it is just... interesting." I reply while still chuckling on the inside.
She calls me a perverted freak and yet she has an ability to seduce weak-minded males just like that? I mean she's right but god what a hypocritical bitch.
I continue walking away but then she yells at me from behind. "Don't look down on me you stupid shit! I hate you!"
I just ignore her and carry on. As long as we keeps saving each others asses from goblin rapists I think I can live with her bitching for awhile. I may have to sneak away for a potty break soon though. As we approach the tower we see two more goblins exiting through the door, they see us and immediately charge. Once again, a mindless strategy. Today is actually turning in to quite a boring training day if I'm being honest. If I wasn't horny and in mildly arousing pain right now I'd be so damn demotivated.
When one goblin fuzzball gets too close to me I kick it in the face and it tumbles to the ground. I pick it up by the neck with one hand, it is surprisingly light. It's flailing around wildly, seemingly struggling to breathe from my tight grip. Do robots need air or is this just for show? Ahh whatever. Like a curious boy who found his sister's Barbie doll, I yoink off the goblins loincloth outta sexual curiosity and stare at its dick.
"Vaine, what the hell are you doing?!" Eris yells at me. God it's just a penis girl, relax.
"I was just curious, calm down." I sigh as my cunt twitches slightly. Afterwards, I slam the G-Sentinel into the ground and stomp my boot into the back of its skull.
"Get your fucking head out of your ass! I'm being attacked!" Eris complains for the billionth time today.
"Oh stop being such a bitch all the time and you'll be surprised by how little I can fuck up your life." I say curtly. "Besides it's only one goblin. What's the problem exactly?"
"Ugh..." Eris finally manages to slash the goblin's throat after trying way too hard.
We both keep moving towards the tower and head inside. In there we find, surprise surprise, more goblins. Joy. We deal with them easily enough.
Although...
"That fucking goblin tore my belt! Shit." Eris complains as she struggles to hold up her pants. "Today is just the worst."
"Can't argue with you there." I retort. "Maybe there's a rope or something you could use instead of your belt somewhere around this shitty tower instead."
"Tch..." She clicks her tongue with annoyance as she begins looking around.
The building itself seems to be a giant single room on each floor, with clearly unsafe stone stairs winding around on the interior wall. There appears to be a basement as well. In the middle of the floor is a large circular glass dome but not like a futuristic one, more medieval like, allowing the sun to pour through the entire spire I guess since there's a basically identical one on the ground floor's ceiling. Also the main floor is full of flasks of glowing potions that wouldn't be out of place in a Harry Potter novel or something. Most of them are broken but a few are intact.
I guess we're in a wizard's tower then? Great, a perverted witch will pop out of nowhere and do all kinds of weird shit to us I'm sure. What? What do you mean a wizard and a witch aren't the same thing? What am I a nerd? Whatever. God I wish a witch could craft an anti-peeing spell for me right now. Maybe I'd like a super peeing spell cast on me instead? Ahh... probably.
We make our way down the stairs and into the basement, Eris is keeping her belt together with her hand like her life depended on it. Geez girl I've already seen all you have to offer down there why're you being so... persnickety? Is that the word? I think so. Basically if it were me I'd have dropped my pants awhile ago but I guess she'd rather hold onto them, literally.
Damn I really need to get my mind outta the Eris gutter.
Either way... we enter the lowest level of the tower after passing through a double wooden door... and it smells. Bad.
There's two fairly large square wooden platforms on either side of the floor. In between them, there is what I can only describe as a pool... full of rotten bubbly gunk. I thought it was just mud because of it's dark brown color but its odor is absolutely repugnant. Across the room is various stashes of clutter and junk, mostly broken pottery or gears or whatever miscellaneous shit Father decided to put down here. It's honestly a bit disgusting to look at, which makes Eris and I agree on something, very rare I know.
Just before we're about to get the fuck out of here, we hear a lot of loud cackling coming from up the stairs. More goblins. Of course there are. We don't have enough time to shut the heavy door from inside so we just stay on guard with our backs against the murky goo pool as we wait.
When they come down, they're all wearing those same filthy loincloths and have those same angry and horny faces. "Krii! Krii!!"
"Fucking hell." Eris groans while trying to hide her disgust and anxiety.
I've got a bad feeling about this, and not just deep in my bladder. We're not in a position to retreat backwards and they're moving very slowly, taking their sweet ass time. One goblin has its eyes set on Eris and its face contorts with rage as it runs towards her. But before it can reach her I fire a crimson orb of lightning at its face, blasting right through its fucking head. Two other goblin cyborgs scream and begin to run towards us. Shit. I'm tired out mentally and it'll take too long to kill them all with lightning.
They run up to a basically defenseless Eris because she insisted on holding up her pants... and push her into the mucky slime. They laugh at her as they see her flail around like an idiot. Tsk... guess I have no choice. I equip my scythe and run towards the distracted furry midgets, when I get to one I swing it horizontally and cut it in half like a butchered cow.
"Vaine what the hell?!" Eris screams at me from the cesspool, seemingly fine and standing up with the nasty shit leveled around her hips.
"Do I look like your goddamn mother?" I sneer at her as I decapitate the second goblin. "I can only do so much fighting at once dumbass!"
The last two remaining G-Sentinels by the door turn their attention to me and they growl menacingly as they prepare to attack. I'm actually really glad that they didn't charge us all at once this time. I dash towards the closest one, stabbing it in the throat with my scythe. The other one swings it's club at me but I jump away and use the time I bought myself to charge my blade with the last of my crimson energy. I unleash the power in a single arc of lightning that slices the poor bastard in half, its body parts practically exploding as they're sent flying across the cellar.
Breathing heavily I sigh with relief... and feel a sharp jolt in my privates. Dammit piss stay there.
I don't have time to rest though, as I hear more faint laughter in the distance.
Fuck.
Left with no other choice, I slowly close the double doors and lower the thick wooden bar on it just in time as an angry herd of an unknown number of goblins bang on the door. Thankfully it seems to be stable... they appear to lack the strength to break through. However they are so damn loud. Their constant knocking and screaming is already giving me a headache.
"What the fuck are we gonna do?" Eris complains with her face twisted in anger and disgust. She's still caked in the gross muck from the pool despite having crawled out of it... and leaving her pants behind in the nasty pit.
"We'll just... wait here until the combat session of the training day is over I guess." I sigh deeply and have to resist rubbing my vagina to soothe it even slightly. I really should do something about this.
"Fine by me." Eris grunts as she shakes some of the mud off her hands.
God she really is filthy right now. Seeing her like that with no pants, while wearing my red panties to boot, kind of sends me over the edge mentally. If I don't piss willingly soon I'm gonna do so whether I want to or not. I drop my backpack into a corner, take my military boots off, damn this floor is fairly cold, and I pull off my pants and set them sloppily ontop of my bag.
Eris doesn't really have time to question what I'm doing as I squat down near the edge of the nasty pool and pull my black panties away from my cunt. I can feel the intense pressure inside me... and then I release it just before the horny thoughts of relief completely consume me. The force is powerful enough to make considerable noise as it melds and mixes with the soggy dirt, but I manage to keep myself steady as I watch the golden urine cascade out of me. It's flowing out quickly from my urethra and making me feel so damn good.
"You're seriously going to do this now?!" Eris yells in exasperation at me, having clearly watched my show for awhile.
"Look Eris, your bitching has stressed my body out, I'm exhausted from fighting and my bladder was screaming at me." I smirk at the woman I hate more than anyone. "Don't worry... I won't pee on you this time."
"You... fucker... I..." She grumbles under her breath with a reddening face.
I know she wants to curse me out again because of her obvious disgust with my actions, the way she can't look me in the eye, it's all too hilarious. I almost don't even hate her anymore, making her pissed off is just too much fun. Ahh piss... my cunt feels heavenly right now.
Eris does something that surprises me though, she strips completely out of her suit. God even her yellow bra and her recently acquired red panties are almost completely caked in mud. She swiftly takes off her dirty underwear and begins to clean herself off by forcefully pulling out any big hunks of dirt that she can find from her coat. Man seeing her perky pink nipples and pussy when she's much closer to me than the day at the waterpark... it takes alot of willpower for me to not start teasing my pissing pussy right now.
What? You think I'm a pervert? Pfft.
I finish urinating, despite my bladder's complaints there wasn't much in there, and wipe my cunt dry with my hands. Hey, my urine is cleaner than the nasty ass mud ok? Fuck off. I see her pick up one of the potions that are left intact on the shelves and pull out the stopper with her teeth. She quickly rubs some on her legs and torso in an attempt to clean off her filthy body. I have to say she's an idiot for pouring a random magical liquid on herself... what if it hurt her or something? Bah not that I care. If Eris gets... self-deleted, even I couldn't stop that one. I'm sure Father wouldn't yell at me for her stupidity... I hope.
I should probably cover my cunt back up and stop squatting instead of gazing at Eris... that would be a good idea. I stand back up and make my way towards my boots and pants... when I notice something... very odd.
"Hey uh Eris?" I point and stare... but not at her tits surprisingly.
"Yeah Vaine?" She tilts her head with her usual annoyed tone.
"The potion you poured all over yourself is glowing..." I state plainly.
She looks down at her hands and then at the potion flask, the liquid she drenched herself with is indeed emitting a soft purple light... and it's spreading across her body quickly.
"What the fuck is it doing?!" She yells at what may as well be a brick wall.
She screams in panic like a damn lunatic on crack or something. I really can't help but smirk... really as I just said, she did this to herself. However, what actually happens to her is not nearly as bad as she thinks. Within a few seconds, the magenta aura covers her entirely and she begins to shrink. No not just her tits that she slathered with the now infamous boob cream, literally her whole body. The entire process takes about a minute and when it finally stops, she's about the size of a Barbie doll.
Man I really got life in plastic on the brain today hmm? I wonder why...
Anyway, surprisingly enough I can hear her when she talks, her voice is just unbelievably squeaky like a certain famous chipmunk trio. I'm not gonna make a dozen jokes about it I'm just telling you right now.
"Well... it could have been worse." I retort as she finally stops shrinking.
"God that was fucking awful." Eris' bitching is somehow cuter when its not her usual annoying voice. It's still an ear bleeding squealing mind you but now it's at least... tolerable.
I should probably put my pants back on hmm? I was almost considering giving them to Eris before she shrunk down but she's obviously about a thousand sizes too small right now. Man even if she kept her clothes on... would she have shrunk out of them and been naked right now anyway? Who knows.
The goblins are still banging on the door by the way, yup, the horny fuzzballs are still there.
She uses her alchemy to make a knife, least I think that's what it is... it's so small. She walks over to the red panties I gave her... and cuts a hole right into the cleaner bits... two, no three pieces of fabric. One is quite long and thin, like an obnoxiously long rectangle, and the other two are literally squares with maybe two slightly longer parallel sides. Ok ok fine it's technically three rectangles then ok? Piss off...
I would piss off but I just did a few minutes ago so... yeah the pee jokes are getting lamer every chapter.
Ahem, Eris makes a makeshift bra out of the long and thin fabric, it's literally just a scarf around her breasts but whatever. Sarashi wrap! that's what it's called... least in Japan. Durr. Around her booty and kitty cat cunty she makes a simple loincloth in much the same manner, binding certain parts of the fabric all together with alchemy. Man for as shitty as she is at combat her crafting speed is... quicker than mine it seems. She's still dirty in most places but at least she's not nude. Bah I'd rather she stayed naked to be fair, least then I'd have something to look at.
I finally get my pants and boots on, took me long enough I know, and I begin training my alchemy today. I ask Eris if she wants me to make her water so she can get cleaned up but she just flips me a teeny tweety bird. Between the two of us, it's not long before we deconstruct most of the trash around here, all in all giving me about fourteen million trillion atoms to work with right now. Yeah not many I know.
Hmm... what to start learning...
To recap, I can make water, apples, oranges, carrots, potatoes, a pickaxe-hammer hybrid tool, iron throwing knives, plain white undies and a loincloth. Yeah I guess I didn't mention the loincloth before, oopsie. Basically if my pants and panties get destroyed by my acidic pissing ability... I wanted something simple... to cover myself up down there with. Does that sentence work? I think so. Moving on.
The horny pee brain part of me wants to just mess around and learn different colored panties, whereas the logical part of my mental consciousness tells me that I should probably learn to make a canteen of some sort. Yeah right now I can make water but I have nothing to put it in unless I bring something with me. It looks like my finger is urinating when I create it, although I can only make like ten to fifteen droplets a second on average... so not an intensely orgasmic stream or anything.
After a couple hours of trial and error, I've got the basic shape and size of it down, now all that's really left is to make the material uniformly strong enough so it doesn't leak... oh and I need to make some kind of lid or stopper for it too.
Yeah it's still the first round. Guess if we're not gonna kill those goblins outside no one will hmm? Oh well.
It's around this time when I notice Eris out of the corner of my eye, I've not been paying much attention to her to be fair. She's made herself a little camp of sorts, like a firepit and a deck chair. I guess she cooked herself some kind of meal. Why alchemize raw meat? Wouldn't cooked meat be easier? Maybe not to be fair I've only made fruits and veggies so far so I can't really judge.
But yeah I didn't notice her because of her campsite. I thought she was dancing or something at first but no... she's... squirming. I've seen that before... in bed. She has to pee, pretty badly from the look of it.
"You know you can piss at anytime right?" I tilt my head in confusion. "There's no reason to put yourself through so much pain, unless you like it of course."
"Fuck off you stupid perverted freak!" Eris' voice squeaks in anger and she begins to squirm around even more. "I'll never stoop to your level!"
"What are you a child?" I tease with a slightly bitter tone. "Just urinate in a corner or something, You're shorter than a fat rat right now it's not like I'd hear you on the opposite end of the basement..."
"Nngh!" She groans and turns away from me, folding her arms over her chest as she tries to control herself.
Man she's really stubborn hmm. I admit, seeing Eris being desperate to pee... doesn't help my horniness. In fact in only makes it worse. My pussy is buzzing as my imagination starts to wonder what she must be feeling right now. Is that awful of me? Probably but I don't care. She's been the worst to me, the least I can do is just fantasize ok?
"I'm not gonna help you piss you know." I add with a slight smirk. "You're a... big girl you can go on your own."
"Ugh..." She groans once again in a very un-ladylike manner as she squeezes her thighs together in a vain attempt to null the pain.
Honestly... even though she's a little bitch, right now quite literally, she's so damn hot. Seeing her squeeze her hands against the front of her makeshift loincloth as she sits there in self-inflicted agony is very arousing. My lower half involuntarily shifts and squirms, but not because I have to pee. It's because my cunt is begging for attention right now, I can feel it dampening by the second. Part of me hates my body for getting turned on by a woman I loathe but the other part of me doesn't have many shits to give.
Just when I think the day cannot get any better, apart from watching mini-Eris urinate eventually of course, something else happens in that moment that's great for me but uhh, probably terrible for her. Once Eris notices it happening too she panics once again.
"Fuck! Shit... ahh it hurts!" Eris starts screaming again as she begins to grow back to her normal size.
The process is just as agonizingly slow as before though. It doesn't take long at all for her loincloth, sarashi wrap and chair to break and rip all around her, leaving her nude once again. Oh god naked and desperate... what a beautiful sight. She clenches her hands over her vulva as her eyes shut tight and she starts to move around, squirming in intense agony.
Her back arches and her legs are trembling, clearly struggling to hold herself together, and she's pushing against her slit in a vain attempt to stop it from pissing. Her moans of pain are surprisingly erotic as her voice returns to normal.
As for myself well, I can't take it anymore. I sit on the edge of one of the wooden platforms, unbuckle my pant's belt and unbutton them. I slide a hand deep into my black panties and start to ruthlessly tease my burning pussy. F-Fuck I need this right now. My other hand cups one of my breasts and begins to lightly massage it, which causes the pleasure to spread throughout my body rather quickly.
It's so wrong to get off to watching Eris in such a predicament, yet it is also so satisfying. Her boobs are so perky and her butthole is probably so damn tight right now... the mere thought of it causes me to rub my entire vulvic cornucopia at a faster rate. My pussy feels so damn good...
"Mngh!" Eris moans louder than before. "Ahh... ah!"
She opens her eyes and sees me masturbating, I notice her blush at first but she quickly turns away as if she's suddenly feeling... relieved?
"P-Pervert..." She mutters softly. "Stop that..."
I continue to finger my cunt as my other hand continues to toy with my nipple through my clothing. Her gaze lingers on my groin area and she bites her lower lip. Her pink tail is twitching furiously, she's clearly near her limit.
"Fuuckk! Noo!" Eris yells as a gush of golden nectar leaves her urethra.
I see the juices spray out of her and flow through her fingers, covering them with her strong scent. It's all so... fucking... hot. I let out a little gasp as I rub my clitoris faster. My hands begin to speed up and I feel a warm sensation spreading in my abdomen. God she looks so good when she's peeing. Almost makes me forget how much of a dumb bitch she really is. Almost.
Eris continues to watch me while pissing profusely, she bites her lip as she watches my fingers probe my pussylips. My breathing begins to get louder as my legs begin to spasm. Fuck fuck fuck... yes! Oh god I'm gonna cum!
"Ahh! D-Damn. Ffff..." I shout out loudly as my hips jerk upward, a large wet patch spreads around the crotch of my pants from the absurd amount of girlcum I squirt out.
I'm panting heavily as I try to catch my breath, gah this climax feels so good right now... I think I'm peeing again, even if only a little bit. Aaaah fuck. After almost a minute, Eris has finally stopped urinating and she's still sitting on the ground, staring at me... with her hands drenched in piss.
"S-Such a dirty pervert..." Eris mumbles under her breath.
"It..." I try to speak fluently, but my post-orgasmic brain stumbles a bit as I remove my still dripping wet hand from my pants. "It's your own fault for not peeing earlier..."
"Tch." Eris sighs. "That's... that's not... I made a mistake."
Wow. Eris actually admitted that she fucked up. Is this real life? What the hell is happening today? I never expected to hear her confess to something like that... ever. I really should probably say something here but I have no idea what to say.
"Why do you hate me so much?" I ask as I button up my pants then put my belt back together.
"I-" Eris begins talking but then looks away. "I don't hate you..."
"Then why did were you so bitchy and pompous when we first spoke like a week after we all met Father?" I retort as I stare her in the eyes.
"I heard about you from Jason... how lucky you were in your life before we were Reapers." Eris looks at me coldly. "You act like the world betrayed you and that you had it so tough. You were lying to yourself though. And since then, everything's been handed to you on a silver platter. It's gotten to the point where just looking at you irritates me."
I cross my arms across my covered breasts, something that this bitch cannot due at the moment due to well, being naked.
"You know nothing about me. Everyone... hated me in high school. I was an outcast and treated like shit by everyone even the damn teachers and ignored by my family, it was like I was invisible to them." I'm the one getting bitchy now I admit.
Eris just stares at me for a moment or two before she sighs.
"You know nothing about me either dumbass." Eris practically spits at me. "You at least had a warm home and three meals a day. You were able to finish school... well you would have, had we not become Reapers but still, your life was on track to be... not complete shit. I cannot say the same for me."
My expression softens but only slightly as Eris continues. "My Father was an abusive fucker and my Mother was just a worthless shell of a woman who did nothing but drink herself to sleep and watch TV all day. He got me pregnant at sixteen... and kicked me out of the fucking house. I was forced into a group home for troubled teens while having a god damn incest baby in my womb."
Fuck... damn. I made a dark joke about Eris earlier... now I feel like shit about it. I didn't know ok? Otherwise I'd not have even thought of it. I'm evil but I'm not that fucked up in the head. Shit.
"Late into my second trimester I knew something was wrong with the baby." Eris' face suddenly turned grim. "I forced myself to go to a nearby hospital... where they did a few tests and found that... that his heart had stopped. I hated my father for all the times he raped me... but I still wanted this child to have a chance at life. I planned on leaving him on an orphanage doorstep after I gave birth like a god damn Hollywood movie... but it never happened."
... I was speechless. I couldn't really say anything.
"I went back to the group home, got myself two jobs at once for pitiful wages, saved up enough money for about six months and then moved into a shitty apartment. I tried looking for other work but I just went from one trash job to the next, barely getting by. Life got better when I was twenty-two and met my future husband but... before then my life was horrible. That's what I mean when I say that life has been kind to you. Because it fucking has."
"I'm sorry." All I can seem to say is those two cliché words that usually mean jack shit. "I didn't know."
"No one knows. And you'd better not tell anyone... not even your girlfriend." Eris snaps at me but I let it slide.
"I won't, don't worry." Is my simple response... or it would have been if I didn't continue talking. "Is that why you have the horny beam power?"
"Excuse me? What the actual fuck Vaine?!" Eris is more upset than ever... I don't blame her since I didn't explain myself.
"I mean... you have it so that when you fight a nasty man you can uhh... give them an involuntary erection, which in turn will make it easier to cut off their filthy dick with your clawed gloves... before you kill them slowly as they're writhing on the ground?"
She just looks at me with a stupefied and dumbfounded look on her face... but at least she doesn't look angry anymore.
"How the fuck do you come up with this depraved shit?" Eris asks me with a straight face.
"Uhh..." I look away awkwardly. "I mean... that's what I would use it for... if I was uh, unfortunate enough to grow up as fucked up as you did."
With those words we kind of just stop talking. I use alchemy to craft Eris a very thin towel of sorts so she can at least try to dry her cunt and hands off. It takes me about ten minutes to make another sarashi wrap for her boobies so I guess I can do that now... along with the canteen I learned earlier, as misshapen as it is right now. Eris takes the last fresh pair of panties from my bag, blue if you cared, and puts them on after she dries her special places off. She spends the next couple of hours wearing nothing else but them... and my crude boob scarf.
The goblins.... or furry pervert Sentinels or whatever are still barking at the barred door so... today just ends up being a single round in the arena.
As I would find out later on, only Eris, Jason, Toshia and I survived the day. So for Sorcha, Paisou and Axel the day went by really quickly, since you know they were deactivated and unconscious for most of it.
Well anyway, that night I was surprisingly not in the mood for kinky lesbian sex. When Sorcha asked me why, I told her that I saw Eris piss out a river today and she got super jealous in her own cute way, down to the cliché "I wish I could have seen that too!" line. But whatever, we just cuddled tonight and slept naked, which was more than good enough for me after hearing that grim story.
I kept my promise to Eris' and didn't spill her dark secret past. I uhh, have had a lot to think about today. About life and shit.
I guess I'm not doing all that badly after all.
~~Tuesday December 16, 2008~~
Today is... well, just another day in the arena. Or is it?
Yeah it kinda is. Although... right now... this is very likely gonna just turn into another training day where Sorcha and I just hide... and fuck. What? You want me to explain? Ugh, fine... damn readers and needing context.
Today the arena is a barren desert. Yes a dome covered sand pit surrounded by the actual Nevada Desert, I appreciate the irony of that one. What do you mean that's not how to use that word? Piss off.
Anyway, today we're fighting primitive ass lizardmen. Is that racist? Probably. Anyway I don't really need to describe them beyond that, most of them have two tails but besides that they're like the fantasy monsters of some Dungeons and Dragons campaign brought to life.
Regardless they've been uhh, annoying to fight. Not because of their weapons, tactics or teamwork, oh no no no... because of this fucking desert heat.
What's that? Heat sucks for everyone? Well it's worse for me motherfuckers because I'm literally covered in black fur... mostly. And if you know middle school science, which I hope you do (shout out to my one fan who's secretly a Flat Earther), you'd know that the color black... absorbs heat. So even when I'm wearing a white hijab, a thin thobe, pale sandals and yes even a white bra and panties... I still sweat bricks and feel all gross underneath my clothing.
And to top it all off, gravity is much higher in the arena today... I'm guessing it's around 4-5G but I really couldn't tell you exactly. Thanks to the absurd training for these past seven weeks, I've mostly gotten used to 2G and even 3G. Any higher than that though, even walking becomes an absolute chore. I hate it.
As I said, just an annoying state to fight in. Thankfully I only have to kill like four lizardmen before I find Sorcha, who's basically wearing the exact same thing I am. What? Sorcha wears clothes? When we train in the arena... yeah she does... otherwise she's still the nudist that I love.
Regardless, we meet up and plan on spending the next round together. There are still well over thirty enemies left according to the scoreboard so... guess we'll be together for a bit at least. We brought alot of water with us in our backpacks so we're good there. After about twenty minutes of mindless desert wandering... we get lucky and find a small mouth to a cave.
Once we make our way inside, it's quite spacious honestly. The rocks in here are dull and gray, pretty much the opposite of the baked sandstones outside. Scattered bits of sunlight are coming in through the ceiling and at the back of the cave... is a pool of crystal clear water.
"Help me with the entrance hun." Sorcha says, snapping me out of my brief daze.
"Oh yeah, sure." I reply.
We place our backpacks alongside an inner wall along with our hijabs and get to work. I should mention that for the past couple of weeks, Sorcha and I have trained our alchemy together, she's really helped me out a lot. I got a skill that she recommended to me to aid with another skill I plan to get later, it just has numerous beneficial side effects that I didn't realize at the time. But anyway she told me about an ability called Cognitive Processing. It basically allows me to do math a lot faster in my head than a normal anthro ever could, thus it increases the rate at which I can make stuff with alchemy due to the calculations being more automated to my AI core and much easier to execute.
I also got Cognitive Acceleration, which allows me to do problem solving tasks a lot quicker. When combined with my super reflexes, these skills have an effect that's kind of like Spider-Man's spidey sense, sort of... minus the like slowing down of time or whatever, it still feels the same as it always has. I don't know it's hard to explain beyond that. Can you tell I was a Spider-Man fan in my life before all this?
Anyway, moving on.
What're we making you may be asking? A barricade. Yup. We're blocking off most of the entrance to the cave with freshly crafted scrap metal, some reinforced metallic foundations and some absurdly strong glue that Sorcha alchemizes to hold it all together. It's usually enough to keep the primitive Sentinels at bay when we make a camp in a closed off space in order to like rest and stuff.
Or in this case you know... have filthy lesbian sex. Now you're caught up, again. Hooray!
"But V..." I hear you asking. "Isn't making love in the arena dangerous? What if you get teleported out after all the enemies die, thus causing you to leave all your discarded clothes behind? You won't be able to get em back for the rest of the day due to Father's strange clothing rules you know."
Yeah that's a risk I'm willing to take. And it's happened once already I'll have you know. Spending the rest of the day nude in the desert would suck but uhh... Sorcha clearly doesn't care. Quite frankly neither do I. We're both way too horny today. I'm craving her badly right now. My pussy feels like it's melting off of it's hinges... if it had any. I'm sure she feels the same.
When we're finished the barricade looks more like a door, probably because Sorcha made a door frame and everything and also made some rather large bolts on the side that we can blockade the "door" with. Damn her alchemy is way faster than mine, her Cognitive Processing is likely a much higher level since she's had it for a while.
By the time we're done we're a bit sweaty, so we take yet another drink of water and I make a couple apples and oranges for us to eat as a pre-sex snack of sorts.
"So what'd you have in mind?" I ask her.
"Mmm..." Sorcha has a slightly devious look on her face as she kisses me tenderly. "Just what mommy knows you like..."
Both of our thin robes make a light "Wuoosh" sound as they hit the ground, due to the higher gravity, leaving us both wearing naught but our sweat stained underwear. Making out in higher G? Yeah it's the same as making out in lower G, except that our tongues have to work extra hard to tease each other. I'm gonna stop referencing the gravity now. I wanna focus on sucking on my girlfriend's facehole ok? Thank you.
We continue to just stand there making out, our arousal building all the while. We're both panting from the heat both sexual and literal, I can feel my panties begin to dampen even more and I'm sure Sorcha's getting wetter by the second. I feel her tail brush up along my waist, her soft fur makes me feel so fuzzy.
I hear Sorcha moan softly as my hands begin to feel around her body. I take her large covered breasts into my hands and start to massage them softly, running my fingers over her smooth white titty fur. They're so big and full, just like her ass... god I really am a lucky girl hmm?
She laughs lightly as she pulls away from my lips, but she's still standing right up against me. "Vaine, you know what I want right? You know what I really want."
"I know..." I smirk at her. "What do you want mommy?"
"Mmm..." She moans a little bit more as I squeeze her breasts harder. "I want you to eat me out until I can barely stand."
"Mmhmm." I moan as I feel my pussy begin to tingle, the urge to just finger myself right here and now is very tempting. But I hold back. I'm a good girl, I promise mommy.
Sorcha turns around and supports her upper body by placing her hands on the cave wall. Her panty covered butt and swishing tail is so intoxicating right now.
"Be a good girl Vaine..." She whispers sensually.
I waste no time pulling her panties down to her knees and giving her bare ass a nice hard slap, causing her to yelp and then giggle. Her yellow furred butt jiggles wonderfully when I do so. Her pale pussy and tight asshole are dripping wet and clearly waiting for me. My body moves on it's own accord as I start to lower myself down.
"Mmm... yes please eat me out dear." Sorcha purrs and then moans when she feels my tongue poke at her sensitive love button.
I've got her juicy cunt completely exposed and ready to be toyed and played with, the musky scent of her arousal is so sweet and completely overtakes me. My nipples harden against my bra as I start to lick and nibble on her pussy lips, causing her to groan softly. I tease her privates with my tongue, moving repeatedly from her clitoris all the way up to her asshole, making sure to take my time and savor every inch of her womanhood and anal rim.
I admit, I may be paying more attention to her anus than her cunt right now, it's hard for me to tell to be honest, I can't get enough of either. Both of them are so soothing to my inner soul that I feel like I'm eating a nice home cooked meal in the middle of the harsh winter.
"God your pussy tastes so fucking good momma." I roleplay as I kiss her butt cheek and the small of her back, while she lets out a cute little laugh. "Your butthole is delicious too."
"Vaine, please don't call my ass delicious." Sorcha says with a grin. "Unless you plan on eating it for dinner of course."
"Of course I'll eat it!" I retort playfully.
I begin to finger her pussy with one hand, while holding her right asscheek in my other one. Her anus winks at me slightly, a telltale sign that it's time to continue what I started. I bring my lips to her butthole, giving it a soft kiss before opening and letting my tongue enter her tight sphincter.
"Mm!" Sorcha moans loudly. "Yes... please eat my ass... oh your fingers... ffff..."
I start to move my hand faster in her cunt, making her vaginal tunnel slicker and slicker. The juices that were already dripping down her thighs begin to coat my wrist and forearm in a nearly steady stream of girlcum.
"Ahhh!" She gasps. "Don't... stop... ahh fuck..."
I flick my tongue back and forth lustfully, making sure to cover every millimeter of her butthole with my saliva. I've become so enamored with her anus right now that I can feel my own cunt enflamed from desire. My pussy is starting to make lewd sloshing noises against my sopping wet panties as I move my leaking vagina from side to side, my clit is burning and aching from neglect. I desperately want to masturbate right now... but I know mommy will take care of me once I finish.
"Faster..." Sorcha orders quietly. "Harder... faster..."
I can feel her cunt quiver and her gloryhole clench as I pump three of my fingers into her muff while my thumb ruthlessly teases her clitoris. Her gleaming yellow butthole tightens around my tongue, her sexual scent which was fairly strong just a few minutes ago is now seeming to eclipse everything else. I hear her breathing become even more erratic and irregular and her moans grow in intensity.
"Vaine!" She yells and groans loudly, her legs buckling a bit as her anal rim squeezes around my tongue like it doesn't want to let me go.
Her juices shoot out of her snatch like a waterfall and her entire body shivers in delight. Her entire vagina spasms around my fingers and she lets out a high pitched cry of ecstasy.
"Ff-fuck... fuuuuck." Sorcha moans as she holds onto the wall for dear life.
My fingers are completely soaked in her nectar as I continue to eat her ass. Her sphincter relaxes again and her pussy is oozing so much fluid that I'm pretty much bathing in her girlcum at this point.
"S-So good..." Sorcha mumbles, as her legs give out and she slowly rests on the ground with her butt hanging in the air.
I pull my tongue out of her anus and lick my wet hand lustfully. A large dark patch is visible in the middle of my white panties and a gleaming trail of girlcum is visible between my inner thighs, a few droplets are even dripping onto the cave floor.
It doesn't take long for Sorcha to recover from her sexual daze and she crawls over to me on all fours after pulling her bra off. She's so damn sexy... I love her so much. I yank off my bra in return, finally my breasts can breathe again.
"I think it's time we made you feel good too sweetie." She smirks at me as her tail twitches happily, her yellow slit still dripping furiously I might add.
"Yes please..." I beg as she crawls over to me like she's filming a doggystyle porn video and places her nose directly above my bladder.
"I'm gonna get you so damn wet..." Her breath feels so hot right now. "Mmm so wet..."
Her soft mouth licks and chews around the wet areas of my panties, causing my entire body to shudder with delight. She moves her long tongue up and down, making me pant and squirm with anticipation. She nibbles on the outskirts of my vulva and I can't help but let out a erotic moan. I can feel the drool dripping from her mouth onto my cunt, making my panties even wetter and warmer than they already were.
I start to shove my crotch against her face, feeling her nose press up against my clitoris sends waves of pleasure to my brain instantly.
"I think it's time to take these off." Sorcha giggles and then starts to slowly pull down my undies. God even her doing that right now is causing me to go crazy.
"Aaaahh..." I cry out lewdly as she peels off my panties, exposing my engorged clitoris and my dripping wet black pussy to the humid subterranean air.
She continues her naughty assault on my vaginal lips, covering her face in my slutty juices. My hips involuntarily jerk forward, forcing my darkened slit into her eager mouth even more than before. My hands rub around and tease my tits, giving my nipples the attention they need right now. I bite down on my lower lip as I feel her tongue enter my cunt and start to lick my inner walls hungrily.
"Oh god!" I moan loudly. "Fuck... yeah..."
Sorcha takes the chance to look up at me, our eyes lock and her smile turns sinister.
"Mmm..." She coos. "You look so desperate right now hun... your honeypot is twitching so much..."
"It feels so good mommy..." I can't help but be a little flirty. "Your tongue is so fucking good."
"Good girls should be rewarded when they're nice... but you've been naughty today." She teases, before getting behind me and bringing her lips back down south.
I feel her tongue travel down towards my dumptruck, she softly inserts two of her fingers inside my butthole as she licks and nibbles at my anal rim.
"F-Fuck..." I scream out as she pumps into my ass with her digits, rubbing her saliva into my asshole, making her way inside me. "Ahh..."
She begins to finger fuck me harder, her tongue presses hard against my sphincter, causing me to shiver, my vaginal muscles start to clench and release themselves involuntarily like it's struggling to breathe. I cannot hold out much longer...
"Ahhh! Fuck!" I can barely contain myself. "I'm gonna cum! Ahhh!"
She thrusts her fingers into me like a jackhammer and eats out my ass like it's her last meal. My mind is blank, my brain is filled only with lustful thoughts. My body begins to shake, my hips jerk and twitch, I can't help but let out an erotic cry of pleasure as my vaginal fluids gush out of me in a warm wave of orgasmic bliss.
"FUCK!" I scream out passionately. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Sorcha continues to finger me throughout my climax, her other hand groping and teasing my buttcheeks and anus, making me feel so much pleasure.
"Ahh fuck... Sorcha..." I cry out, feeling my cunt convulse with ecstasy.
She brings her lips up to mine, we kiss passionately for a minute or two, before we take a big drink of water from our canteens. We stuff our clothes into our backpacks so we don't lose them after the round. Afterwards we go to the pool of water to relax and manage to find a nice spot to sit where the water just barely comes up to our breasts, leaving everything above our nipples exposed and the rest hidden below.
I'm not gonna lie, even after a nice orgasm and a refreshing drink of water I'm still super horny. I can tell Sorcha feels the same way too. Her gaze has been on me, making my body tingle with a sensation of arousal since the moment we sat down in this natural hot tub. Her breasts are covered in sweat and her hair is a little messy, but she looks so damn hot right now.
Even so, we know we don't wanna push our luck right now, the round is bound to be over soon and while the sex is awesome we'd both rather not fight naked in the rounds after this one. As it stands we'd have just enough time to grab our backpacks as soon as we hear the end-of-round buzzer before we get teleported out. We'll make love a lot tonight anyway I'm sure judging by how ravenous we've been today so far.
So, instead of fucking, disappointing I know, we talk instead.
"You've really been making good progress with your alchemy skills Vaine." Sorcha states happily.
"Really?" I tilt my head, surprised. "I feel like I've been going as slow as ever... I'm so far behind what you and Jason can do."
"I know you feel like you're not keeping up but you're doing much better than you think." She says while smiling. "You just have to be patient, and be a little more confident in yourself."
"Yeah yeah I've always had a problem with that..." I sigh, looking away.
"Hey, you're a much better anthro than you think, and I love you for who you are." Sorcha rubs my thigh underneath the water lightly.
Careful girl you be getting awfully close to my kitty down there.
"Sorry I've been kinda bitchy this month..." I try to change the subject as I enjoy the leg attention. "I'm still just... working through some stuff. Paisou and I still haven't talked much since that day at the waterpark... I'm just worried that I fucked up something and that I won't be able to fix our friendship."
"Vaine, what happened with Paisou is just how it is." Sorcha shakes her head. "If anything it's my fault for pushing him too far... I'm sorry."
"No no it's ok you've already apologized... you don't need to anymore." I stammer a bit as my shoulders slump. "Sorry if I ruined the sexy mood I just-"
Sorcha plants a kiss on my lips and holds it there for a few seconds. Ahh... something so simple can feel so nice.
"Vaine, you did nothing wrong." Sorcha says in a soft yet determined voice. "If you just give him space and are honest when he's ready to talk, that's really all you can do right now."
"Yeah..." I sigh deeply. "I know."
"Let's just relax..." Sorcha coos. "The round should be over soon... but..."
Sorcha kisses me again and we inhale each other's scent for a couple minutes.
"Let's just... piss away our worries." She smirks. God she says the word piss like it's a divine goddess we should be worshipping or something.
We both continue to smile as we release our bladders. God... peeing in a pool feels so uniquely liberating. As the water around our privates quickly warms up even more, we begin to toy with each other's nipples softly. We continue to casually make out while enjoying the sensation of relieving ourselves, god I've really made her into a kinky woman haven't I?
We're completely absorbed in our own little world until the round ends and we grab our backpacks seconds before we teleport. I do my best to dry myself off in the few minutes I have between rounds and get dressed once again in my thin desert garments. Today is going to be a long and annoying day... but at least the sex has made it better.
~~Friday, December 26th, 2008~~
Well... here we are, Christmas is upon us or whatever. What do you mean it was yesterday? Geez it's one day off because of our schedule, you guys and gals already know we only have Fridays off right?
Regardless... today is going to be a great day... I can feel it. And I can feel my bladder bulging too as I do a potty dance. Once again Sorcha and the gang have set up a unique sexy thing for us to do today, well not that it has taken much time apparently but you know. We have been holding since this morning, we didn't have our wake-up pee... and it's already late into the afternoon.
To top it all off, Eris is here with us as well and she claims she's 'playing fair' and hasn't urinated today either. Whatever girl... good luck holding out without our bladder skills. Bah, whatever, I'm sure Sorcha or Jason or whoever managed to convince her to get the Iron Bladder skill, this holding contest wouldn't be a very fun three way if she didn't have it.
So yeah the three female Reapers are all together. We're in the backstage of some theatre... wearing nothing but a pair of panties, knee high socks and a cheap Santa hat. Yes we're all topless right now. I admit we all look sexy as fuck... especially Sorcha. Her blue panties really just compliment her yellow furred body perfectly. Eris is wearing white undies and I have purple ones on but you all don't care about the details right?
Regardless, what are we doing backstage you may be asking? Good question, I'm not entirely sure. God I really havta pee... but I don't wanna lose to Eris. I don't have to wait around very long though as Axel walks through the red curtain and tells us that everything is ready. We follow him to the brightly lit stage... and see three... basically BDSM chairs on it. In the audience seats Toshia and Jason are sitting down, Paisou is the only Reaper not here. I assume he didn't wanna come...
I'll uhh, have to try talking to him again after this, see if I can finally get to the bottom of this rift that seems to be between us. But... ahh fuck my pussy... that will be for after. Axel instructs us to sit in the missionary position on the weird looking recliner chairs, so we do. We're basically laying down on them, with our knees far apart in the air and our feet practically touching our butts. Between our embarrassing positions and the bright spotlights that are shining on all three of us, nothing is being left to the imagination. Toshia and Jason have come up from the seats and are now tying Eris and I up, Axel is working on getting Sorcha bound and ready.
Toshia tightens my ankles and wrists to the chair so I can't really move. I mean I could escape with my skills if I wanna but ahh fuck... this is a kinky sexy public display, so fleeing won't be on my mind. God my pussy is on fire right now... we've all been holding for what like... thirteen hours almost now? I dunno but it's awhile... Fuck fuck fuck I wanna pee but I also want to put on a good show for the anthro men around us.
Except for Jason. He's already seen me piss, a lot.
... Ok I won't mind showing him too, maybe just a little bit.
"Alright ladies." Axel has suddenly started to act like a game show host for some reason. "The contest is officially starting. Hold onto your cooter juice for as long as possible. "
Cooter juice? That's new.
"The winner will get a trophy." He holds up a cheap looking silver trophy that literally looks like a pissing pussy... damn if he made that with Alchemy that's actually pretty detailed. "And the losers will get... shamed."
Sorcha and I are taking that shitty trophy to our room Eris! You can't stop us! Ehhehe... ahh fuck fuck... even laughing on the inside is causing my bladder to scream at me. It doesn't take long for them all to sit back down in their front row audience seats... and whip out their dicks. Well, Axel and Toshia do, Jason just sits there with his half chub looking around awkwardly. Come on man, we've all seen your tiny billy willy before.
Watching the two buff men slowly stroking themselves to my painfully arousing agony is uhh, quite hot not gonna lie. Sorcha is moaning softly beside me and I can tell that Eris, on the opposite side of the stage, is quite horny and uncomfortable as well. Dammit I wanna touch myself too! Ahh shi- it hurts... I can feel my vagina getting wetter by the second as I start to leak girlcum.
"Oh fuck..." I can't help but let out a lewd moan.
"Mmm." Sorcha groans, as her cunt starts to ooze love juice into the inner folds of her blue panties. "You're so damn sexy right now..."
"So are you." I reply warmly, my eyes looking down at her thick, full breasts, her stiff yellow nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling.
"Tch." Eris scoffs, her hips move a little bit. "As if you can even call this sexy..."
"Oh shut up bitch." I growl at her.
"What was that?" Eris shouts in a mocking tone.
"You... ahh heard me." I groan. "Just hold in your piss for Jason and I'm sure he'll fuck you silly as a reward afterwards."
Eris simply dismisses my comment and all three of us just continue the holding contest for awhile. I'm starting to get really sweaty and my legs are shaking more often than not. Gah, my arousal is sky high right now and looking at Axel and Toshia slowly wank themselves off isn't helping. The pain in my groin is also getting much worse, it's not unbearable by any means but it is really uncomfortable. I need to concentrate or I'm gonna piss hard, my bladder is begging for relief by this point.
Sorcha and I have done this "bladder torture" kind of hold before but that was by ourselves... I don't think either of us have held for so long before. My anus feels so tight, like to the point where even the slightest fart would cause my urethra to leak right now.
I feel like my bladder is a balloon being held under a pressurized hose, giving me a fresh understanding of what a bathroom accident feels like in the obnoxiously embarrassing time leading up to the main event. As the pain in my crotch grows over the next few minutes, I begin to squirm around even more and let out a few whimpers... fuck I really wanna pee. But Sorcha and Eris are holding on and look just as erotically miserable as me. Man they're both so hot but I say that all of the time. I just wanna jam my cunt into Sorcha's panty covered pussy and just unleash the tsunami I'm holding back right now. This is both the best and the worst feeling ever. Oh fuck I want to cum.... but piss... ahh the piss is going to burst out of me. I'm gonna get my pussy all wet and sticky... shit.
The more I twitch and move, the more I feel my vagina throb with desire. My clitoris is aching to an alarming degree but I can't touch it. All the anthro men in front of us are masturbating harder now... their cocks are all engorged by this point. They clearly wanna cum too but they're holding themselves back for when we unleash our golden juice. God this is so fucking hot... but it's also horrible... ugh... this feels too good and so bad.
The only thing I can really do to take the edge off is move my bound legs and cunt back and forth, even if only a little bit. I can hear a squishing sound from where my panties are soaked with my girlcum. I feel a trickle of liquid dribble from my urethra, sliding down my buttcheeks and around my anus as it's absorbed into my purple panties.
Fuck fuck fuck I leaked... ahh god it hurts~~~ ugh... fuck...
I hear Sorcha's breathing become rather ragged, I guess mine is too. God she's so sexy... I just wanna finger fuck her badly and have her piss through my digits. Fuck... no no no no I can't think like that right now. Fuck fuck fuck ugh! I try to clear my mind but all that I can do is focus on not peeing.... fff my mind is blank right now. Is this what true enlightenment feels like? Probably not, I'm no monk.
I can feel more warm liquid escaping from my piss hole, the more I shift my crotch around, the more of it leaks out. I can't help it, I have to pee... I can no longer hold it. I cry out lewdly as my inflated bladder snaps and an absolutely insane stream of urine shoots out of me like a cannon. The mere thought that I lost doesn't even enter my head as my legs shake uncontrollably as I feel an amazing amount of relief.
Ugh, I feel like I could cum at anytime.
"Oh dear... ahhh ahhh... Mommy's girl sprung a leak." Sorcha winks at me. How she's still holding is beyond me... but good for her.
I just enjoy the moment. I don't even really notice the fact that Eris is now pissing as well so I guess Sorcha has won. For some reason, Eris panties are now off of her and Jason is pushing her bunched up undies into her urinating snatch over and over again, drenching them in pee. That's actually really arousing I'm not gonna lie. In fact I'm paying so much attention to them and my furiously weeing pussy that I don't notice that Sorcha has been free for abit. She stands in front of me and I begin to pee on her tummy.... ffff fuck... she's so pretty.
"I hope you don't mind... ah.... ugh... but I really have to go... and there's no place to go right now... except for here." Sorcha grins mischievously.
Sorcha barely manages to hold onto her bladder as she puts her shielded cunt over mine... and begins to dry hump my pissing pussy as she screams as she starts to urinate loudly. I guess it's not a dry hump it's a wet hump but you know.
Ahh ahh fuck... her pee is so damn warm... or maybe it's mine who knows. This is seriously the best way to have sex.
By the way, Axel's cock is in Sorcha's face and she's lewdly slurping on it. Toshia offers me his manmeat and I take it into my mouth eagerly. I've stopped paying attention to Jason and Eris right now but I'm sure they're still having fun.
God I love this... the taste of dick, feeling of pissing and getting my slit absolutely drenched by my girlfriend's sweet urine. Is there anything better in life? No. No I don't think so.
Sorcha continues to ride me like she's bouncing on an invisible dildo as we keep jerking Toshia and Axel off with our mouths. The piss doesn't stop soaking into the fur around our privates, making us both sopping and sticky down there. My clitoris is screaming for attention, I need to cum right now... and I think I'm about to I can't hold out anymore.
"Murf!" I mumble, still wanking Toshia off as best I can with my tongue. "mmm... mm nonna cum!"
"Ungh!" He moans and shoots his thick, white gorrilla jizz down my throat. "Fuck... I couldn't hold it any longer... you ladies are too damn good at this."
I choke a little bit as my orgasm starts to rip though me and I swallow every drop of Toshia's baby batter. There's so much... it's so nasty but I'm feeling way too good to complain for more than a fraction of a second.
"Sorcha..." Axel moans as he pulls his cock from her lips. "I can't... ahhh... hold it... any longer!"
Sorcha and are going to get drenched in bear semen, there's no avoiding it. Pretty sure Sorcha cums as well because she shudders uncontrollably and tries to force her snatch into mine like she has a penis of some sort. Yes the non-existant dick swapped between us I'm well aware.
"A-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Axel roars like a... well like a bear as he squirts his gooey sperm onto our bodies.
It's too much for Sorcha and me, we can't take it. Our pissing pussies spray their girlcum everywhere as we continue to climax, drenching the other anthros in our fluid. We can't seem to stop orgasming and the more we pee the more pleasure we're in... like a vicious erotic cycle. Suffice to say, today may have been just as good if not better than our doctor roleplay session a couple months ago.
I don't know how long we fuck for but it's awhile. We spend the day honoring Jesus Christ by just having a naughty sex day, because that makes perfect sense. You can't see me but I'm giving you all a thumbs up right now as I write this.
Soon... we shall have our next end of the month trial, The Test of Wisdom. Once again I have no idea what to expect. I shall just have to do my best as always, I guess. But for now... more love making... and cock sucking.
~~Wednesday December 31st, 2008~~
Welp. The last day of 2008 is here. What can I say about it? It doesn't feel any different than any other day, apart from it being a test day of course. Will it even matter once I'm off of Earth? Doesn't every planet have a unique amount of hours in a day and like days in the fucking year? Blech, sounds messy and a pain in the ass to keep track of time when you travel the galaxy. I guess in the future I'll know how old I am in "Earth Years" but when it all comes down to it, it's just a number. What're numbers anyway? Are those consistent throughout the universe? If not that's going to be another major headache that future me will have to deal with.
Sorry, I ranted abit too long there about nothing, let's move on.
Today, I'm just getting dressed in whatever the fuck is in my closet because it doesn't matter. It's gonna be torn off of me after the exam and after our monthly meal with Father anyway so there's not much of a point in caring about it. Man. This wave of anxiety that I've had for the past what... five weeks... is still here. I'm way too far up my own ass right now to think properly.
Girl, just wear some panties and a shirt and pants it's not hard I mean Jesus Christ, no need to overanalyze everything.
... Blasphemy? Yeah maybe. Once I'm done arguing with myself in my bedroom, I slept alone last night because I wanted a clear head for the test today, I make my way into a pod and well you know the rest of it. Although, instead of an arena today... we all meet in a waiting room of sorts. A bit odd but ok.
I'm like the third one here, Jason and Eris beat me, ouch. But it's cool I'll just uhh, be over here on the opposite side, no need to speak to them. The rest of us arrive in only like four to five minutes and once we're all here, we see a holographic screen light up and Father is on display, wearing one of his many flashy suit as per usual.
"Good morning." Father begins talking formally, I assume he can see us all right now through cameras. "Welcome to the fifth test of twelve, The Test of Wisdom. This exam is simple but you all must do it one at a time. I'm afraid I cannot tell you exactly what the trial is, you must enter the door one at a time."
This kind of reminds me of the introductory test we took before we even lived in the megastructure. That feels like a lifetime ago almost. During that initial exam we...
Power.
Dominate.
Control.
... well, you know.
"The order you enter will be randomized, unless one of you volunteers to go first." Father states plainly.
Two of us raise our hands, of course they did.
"Since Jason raised his hand .14 seconds quicker than Eris, he'll go first, Eris will go second. The rest of the order will be determined by lot."
Yeah I get to go fifth, yay. Doesn't matter anyway, I'll probably be waiting here awhile.
...
That's what I thought anyway but within like six minutes, all four Reapers in front of me finished their tests and it was now my turn to enter the mystery door. Really? Ok... quick one then I guess. Through the door is a rather short and dim hallway of blackened metal. When I get to the testing area I'm quite surprised by what I find.
The room is nothing more than a simple large cube, kind of, with an entrance where I am and one on the opposite side. They're connected by an darkened arched bridge with no railings... and a pitch black pit that just lies ominously below. I can't even see the bottom despite being able to make out the rest of the black room so that's kinda scary.
"Welcome Vaine." I hear Father's voice through some kind of intercom. "The test is simple, it'll be over once you cross the bridge and enter the door on the other side."
Seriously? That's all? What the fuck kinda test is this?
Just when I'm all mentally confused and I take my first step-
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I'm on an airplane, more accurately a passenger on said plane. Huh? Wasn't I just- where was I? Was I dreaming?
"What's wrong honey?" I jolt my head up and I see my mother sitting next to me, My real father is asleep in the window seat next to her. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"No I-" I try to speak properly but my voice comes out all strange and squeaky. "I'm fine."
It's only then when I look down and see my body. I'm a child. I can't be any older than like I dunno, seven or eight.
... Is this the trip we took to New York City when I was a little kid? Did we even go there? Wha- What am I doing back here? What was I doing... before? Gah, my head is all cloudy I hate this. I just want to leave the plane but I don't even have the strength to undo my safety belt.
"We'll be landing soon honey." Mom says quietly as she holds my hand.
"Ok." I say meekly and look down.
This isn't real this isn't real this isn't real... what the FUCK is going on?
"Daddy and I both love you sweetie."
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I'm snapped back to reality, back on the bridge. I'm breathing heavily and my legs are shaking. Right, the test, ugh, I cannot fall down the chasm, I'm sure that'd be a pain.
'It'll be over once you cross the bridge and enter the door on the other side.' Father's words echo through my mind.
I sigh deeply and concentrate. Guess this is going to be a strange battle of the mind or some shit. Alright, let's go.
I manage to take two more steps, before-
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"Oh god you're so damn tight Vaine..." A blue haired hedgehog grunts as he thrusts his cock into my pussy over and over again.
Feels so good... the way he tightly grabs my ass to hold me in place... his thick member filling me up. Ahh I love fucking in the bathroom stalls at school... so filthy... ahh ahh...
I'm riding his dick like there's no tomorrow, my ass thumps up and down on his thin legs as I force my hips up and down on his privates over and over again. Ahhh this is just the best.
...
Wait... who is this? Ahhh ahh fuck... Do I know this anthro? It feels great but uhh... something's wrong...
As my cunt blazes its heat throughout my body I try to concentrate. I never had sex in school... I was a virgin until... until-
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Fuck. I come back to the bridge once again, horny and sexually flustered. I think I get it now. This test is about false memories or something right? The quicker I realize that they're not real the more I will breeze through this thing.
I manage to take five more steps, maybe because I solved the riddle, so to speak, sooner.
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The warm summer sun glazes itself along my black furred coat and I let out a sigh. Relaxing on the beach is so nice. I open my eyes and see my entire Senior Biology class taking photos of my nude body with their flip phones and smile. This... this is the kind of attention I deserve. These pricks and bitches should be worshipping me like this all the time...
Look at me, look at me more.
My pussy dampens from all the eyes that are glued onto it. I wanna piss in front of these peasants so badly...
... but I stop myself. We never took a class field trip to a nudist beach are you mad? Next please.
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Three more steps... halfway across... something.
"God what a fucking loser." I hear a girl in my class whisper behind me.
"I know right? All that drab black make-up, who the fuck goes around looking like a depressed clown all day?" Another girl laughs, she doesn't even bother to lower her voice.
"She just wants attention... and boys never give it to her anyway."
Shut up...
"What a worn down whore she is, I bet she's the easiest fuck in the whole school."
"Oh totally."
SHUT UP SHUT UP! I get it ok?! No one respected me in high school, nobody! I should have just been the slut everyone thought I was... at least I'd have had more fun that way.
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Black. Everything is... just the void. There's nothing around me, except the faint twinkle of distant stars. I can't breathe, can't move... can't hear.
Help me.... please. Someone? Anyone? Hello? Do I even have thoughts anymore? What even am I now? Where am- what-
...
Oh. This is death. I'm dead. This is what awaits all mortals for an eternity... or me if I fuck up and get killed.
This blows. But it's not real... not yet. I'm alive. Get me the fuck outta here.
~~
Warm. Ahh warmth. I'm hugging someone from their back, really tightly. She smells great... her fur is the color of the sun. Sorcha. Sorcha and I are snuggling on some sort of bed... and we're inside a boat's cabin I think since I can feel the calm push and pull of the ocean. That, along with the steady beating of her heart is all I need to hear.
I'm so happy. My nipples, slit and anus feel amazing... I could stay here all day. Fuck everything else just give me an eternity with... with...
I see how it is brain. You're telling me that this won't last forever so I should enjoy it while I can? You're probably right. Still I'd love to rule some planet together with Sorcha, keeping the citizens in line for Father's purposes... but I know that's not going to happen. Some day, when Reapers are the strongest beings in the universe, it'll only take one of us to have control over a single world.
Sorcha... I love you. I'm sorry if I don't tell you that enough.
~~
Before I know it, I'm already on the other side of the massive gap. I did it, I crossed the bridge of nightmares and pipe dreams.
"Twenty two seconds." Father's voice echoes through the cube. "Great job, wait in the room with the others Vaine."
It doesn't take long for me to enter the room with everyone else, minus two. Sorcha is here thankfully so I sit beside her and give her a big hug. She clearly had the same mentally fucked dream as me because she doesn't resist me at all. About three minutes later, Paisou and Axel enter the room and we're all done. Once we all sit down, Father steps through the other doorway.
"Good work everyone." Father speaks warmly. "Today you have all taken the first step to overcoming your worst fears and seen glimpses of your strongest desires. I don't want to discourage you from following your dreams, far from it. Please be assured that they can become reality one day. And as for your fears well, you all know what you must continue to do with those."
Yeah. Suppress them. Duh.
"With that..." Father concludes. "... here are this month's scores. I shall meet you all in the dining hall for lunch in thirty minutes."
Yay the monthly scoreboard.
... Can you tell how much of a sarcastic bitch I'm being right now? Yeah? Good.
Reaper Rank (Test of Wisdom)
Toshia Kamagst - 7 Points
Sorcha Hansal - 6 Points
Vaine Steele - 5 Points
Eris Bellington - 4 Points
Paisou Kayo - 3 Points
Axel Cress - 2 Points
Jason Hawkright - 1 PointI should be excited right? Well maybe. But the results were basically what I expected and they kind of make sense. Axel didn't do well at all with the two mental tests, oof. But Toshia, Sorcha and I excelled at them so good for us I guess.
Reaper Rank (December 2008)
Toshia Kamagst - 25 Points
Sorcha Hansal - 24 Points
Vaine Steele - 20 Points
Paisou Kayo - 19 Points
Axel Cress - 18 Points
Jason Hawkright - 17 Points
Eris Bellington - 17 PointsTo be honest with only a nine point difference between first and cunt-ass last it's a tight race. Not that it's a competition anyway, right Father?
I don't have much else to talk about really. We eat with everyone, Sorcha and I spend the rest of the day alone in the nude just enjoying each other, the usual. And yeah Paisou still doesn't want to talk to me, I'm not sure what his deal is anymore. I'm sure I'll find out soon, hopefully.
Life is... ok right now. I can't complain much since I'm not Eris but I'll bitch like her anyway. Happy New Year mothersuckers.
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Games Table Lobby System
We spent most of April-June writing plotlines and quests for the game. So there aren't any pretty pictures for that. However, over the last month we also added the front and back end for a lobby system for the tavern games table (where you can give your character a break and meet up with other omorashi fans for player v player minigames).
The lobby lets you choose a game type, then shows the status of tables for that game. We are limited to 9 per game by the server, but that allows for 36 players per game or 108 players in total which should be enough for now. We currently have two card games (like mix of snap and Truth or Dare) and a dice roll board game (a dungeon escape). All games involve tasks that will make it more difficult to hold and you can choose to share Discord mic/cam with other players if you want to watch each other (waist down only to keep it anonymous) or you can play via the text chat. The idea is that you get desperate playing the core game and then entering the tavern and playing the group game will 'finish you off'! We're planning to release an early version of the games table for free so that people can test it out while we continue building the core game (and it will let us see how the server handles multiple players online).
After you pick a game type, the menu displays all the tables with information about whether they are mixed/male/female, whether the table is currently empty/full/waiting for more players, whether the players are using Discord mic/cam, whether existing players at the table are male/female, then gives you options to host a new game, join the existing one or go to the Discord channel to watch/listen. The system is fairly basic right now, but we'll add extra options later on. We'll also make the UI and boards look a bit nicer (we're focused on getting the mechanics up and running first). We'll also have practice or tournament games (with stricter rules and various rewards) and league tables so you can show off your endurance. We've included an instructions menu for each game and you can also click on a player to view their profile (so if you meet someone in a game that you want to chat / co-op with afterwards, you can PM them or request to add them as a friend).
* Much later on we also plan to add AI tables, so you can play against various characters in the game. But that won't be for a while yet!
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'wings Fiction Repository I
This is a repository where you can find some links to all of my major omorashi fiction as of 2023-06-19. You can also find stories through my profile, but having them linked and tagged like this should probably be more convenient. All of my stories heavily feature pee desperation and relief.
Planet of Desperation [Female, Sci-fi, Mass Desperation, Society-Level Bathroom Control] - The first piece of smut I ever wrote, back in 2017. It follows Lea Turnstar, a student from an alternate future Earth where bathroom use has become strictly regulated after an alien invasion.
Planet of Desperation Part II [Female, Sci-fi, Mass Desperation, Society-Level Bathroom Control, Mad Pee Science] - The direct follow up to Planet of Desperation. It was supposed to be a four-parter, but became the only story I will leave unfinished indefinitely. I bit off a little more than I could chew at the time, which while it was still very helpful in developing as a writer does leave this story with a very unsatisfying conclusion.
Planet of Desperation - Side Stories [Female, Sci-fi, Society-Level Bathroom Control, Aliens] - Two standalone stories set in the same universe as Planet of Desperation. The second one has a lot of omorashi techobabble.
Trapped in the Bar [Male, Female, Crossdressing, Both-Gender Desperation, Shyness] - A story set in a steampunky space-fantasy mining town, with a maid cafe. It follows a young man who gets roped into working at the cafe, and made to dress the part. Hijinx ensue. I look back on this one very fondly - I put a lot of effort in and I think it came out pretty good. It's the beginning of me not knowing how to write endings though - the last part of the final chapter took me way longer than anything else to write and isn't really much better for it.
Panty Allergy [Female, Unable to Pee] - A somewhat shorter story about a woman who needs to remove any clothes covering her lower body for a long time before she can pee.
The DP Game & The Second DP Game [Female, Male, Mystery, Bladder Control, Contest, Interactive] - By far, this is the most ambitious thing I have ever written. It is an interactive story, something I wanted to do for a long time, but I think it also holds up well as a standalone story.
Rocker's Choice [Female, Bladder Control] - A spinoff story following a different perspective during the first DP Game story.
Three Princesses and a Pot [Female, Fairy Tale] - A smaller story written like a fairytale (there's a moral to the story and everything). Three princesses are stuck in a tower, and there is only a single pot to share between them.
030 [Female, Society-Level Bathroom Control] - My most recent series at this time. It details the phone calls to an emergency service focused on preventing and/or mitigating wetting and public urination in a world where peeing is strictly regulated.
030 - The Other End of the Line [Female, Society-Level Bathroom Control, Duo Desperation, Elevator] - A standalone spinoff, following one of the 030 operators after a very long day at work.
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Runner Friend (F) and I wet together!
Had an INCREDIBLE experience wetting with a runner friend of mine. She and I were both desperate to go, and so we just let it out on our run! Feel free to reach out for more information!
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A Summers Day Dream Picnic
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It was a glorious summer’s day, we had gone into the park for a lazy afternoon and to have a picnic together. Jane and I had been going out for a while, and the park was quite near to the flat where Jane lived, I was in a shared house a few miles away. We had both been busy making the picnic in the morning, putting together a delicious array of finger foods and plenty of cold drinks, the weather was hot and the forecast was for it to be a lovely day.
We strolled hand in hand into the park, carrying the picnic basket and a cool-box of cold drinks, and we headed to a quieter grassy area beneath the trees and away from the more crowded area near the entrance, where the children’s playground and the facilities were located. We laid out the blanket on the ground and unpacked the food, it looked delicious, but we were both so thirsty on such a hot day that we quickly drank some cool lemonade before settling down for the afternoon.
The time passed, we chatted and laughed, slowly eating the food and drinking more lemonade from the cool-box. Inevitable I began to need a wee, and I was wondering what to do, I didn’t want to move. We lay together on the blanket, Jane with her head in my lap then, as if reading my mind, Jane announced that she needed a wee. I said I did too, but neither of us made any effort to move, we just lay together in the glorious sunshine. I began thinking about Jane needing a wee and my mind wandered, how desperate was she? Should we head over to the toilets soon? I was getting quite desperate myself and, if we didn’t, I was imagining what might happen? As we lay there, Jane began moving restlessly then sat up and, kneeling on the blanket, began to press herself with her hand, squeezing herself hard through her dress. She looked at me saying, ‘Oh my, I’m really dying for a wee, are you?’ I sat up too, ‘Yes I really need to go too,’ I replied. ‘Should we pack up?’
Jane looked around, ‘Well, you could go over to that nearby tree for a wee, it would be ok, no one would be able to see what you are doing.’ She paused before adding, ‘In fact, would you do that, because I would really like to watch you?’
‘What about you?’ I asked. ‘Well, I’m dying to go now,’ she said, ‘But I’ll just have to wait. ‘Anyway, you go over there, and I’ll enjoy watching you,’ she said.
I was surprised but was happy to oblige, so I got up and went over to the tree. She followed, unzipping my fly in my shorts and watching as I let go a stream of wee onto the ground from my semi erect penis.
‘Now what about you?’ I said when I had finished, taking her hand as we walked back and sat on the blanket. Jane was clearly quite desperate for a wee, ‘I don’t know what to do, I can’t wait much longer,’ she said looking around, ‘I don’t think I would make it to the toilets, but I can’t just pull my knickers down here, people in the park can see us.’
I was getting quite turned on. ‘I’m really dying to go,’ she said and she began holding and pressing herself between the legs again. ‘In fact, if I don’t go soon, I’m going to wet myself.’ , imagining her wetting herself was actually making me quite horny. ‘Well, if you’re so desperate, why don’t you?’ I suddenly said. ‘It’s ok.’ She looked at me, ‘Are you saying you wouldn’t mind if I were to wet my knickers?’ I looked at her, ‘Yes, if you are so desperate what can you to do? It doesn’t matter, it’s fine, that’s what I am saying,’ I replied.
She was wearing a long summer dress. ‘Look, let me help you,’ I said. ‘Come on, let’s go and sit over there.’ We got up and moved onto the grass. Jane knelt down but was still holding herself through her dress. I carefully spread her dress out around her and then gently took her hand away. ‘Now your dress is well out of the way, why don’t you sit down with your knees up, and then let go and wee?’ She looked at me. ‘Are you giving me permission to wet myself?’ she asked. ‘I am,’ I said. ‘Just wee on the grass. Pretend you haven’t got your knickers on, no one will be able to tell,’ I said.
She thought for a moment, ‘You really don’t mind? I’m dying for a wee.’ I grinned at her, ‘I don’t mind at all,’ I replied. ‘Ok, what harm can it do,’ she said. ‘Alright, if you think it’s ok and you’re sure you don’t mind, I’ll do it, I really am bursting to go.’
Jane moved from kneeling and sat down on the grass, she had her knees bent and her legs slightly apart. With her hand she lifted the front of her dress clear of her lap then closed her eyes and concentrated. She wriggled a few times then, sitting very upright, she straightening her back and sat very still, then she began to wee. I watched as she wet her knickers, slowly at first but then weeing more, harder and faster, until she had emptied her bursting bladder.
Jane opened her eyes and looked at me, ‘Oh my gosh, that feels so good, I was really bursting.’ She suddenly looked a little embarrassed. There, I’ve done it, but I’ve wet my knickers, are you sure you don’t mind?’ She lifted up the front of her dress and I could see the soaking wet cotton of her panties between her legs. ‘It’s a bit childish I know, I haven’t wet myself for a long time, but I remember once wetting myself like this when I was a young girl at school,’ she said.
She stood up, pulling her dress down, and came over to me, kneeling down beside me on the blanket. ‘I don’t mind at all,’ I said, ‘In fact I’m feeling quite turned on.’ I carefully slid my hand under her dress, running my fingers gently along her thigh, and fondling her through the wet cotton.
She put her hand on the large bulge in the front of my shorts, ‘Oh my, you are horny,’ she said grinning, ‘If this is the effect that me being desperate for a wee and wetting my knickers has, then maybe I’ll have to arrange to wet myself a bit more often,’ she said. ‘Now I think we need to go back to my flat. I have to change my wet knickers and we need to do something with that bulge in your shorts.’
Together we happily picked up our picnic things and, hand in hand, headed out of the park. No one else was any the wiser.
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In my 3rd installment of my experiences with this blessed kink: I've come across a beautiful young lady who I happened to bump into at work. Nothing fancy, just a bank call center.
When we first bumped into each other, I was simply sitting down eating lunch. Small talk for the most part, but I think after maybe the 2nd or 3rd time eating lunch something gave me the impression that she was interested in me! I'm not terribly impressive by any means, but I DID get a woman to fill my mouth up so I guess I have to give myself a little more credit.Anywho, after a while: she vanished from the workplace. She too, thought the workplace was so passive aggressive and stressful. Before she left, we traded phone numbers. We've talked every now and then, and that's when I was under the impression that maybe she was just friendly. Turns out that wasn't the case. Every now and then she'd ask me to hang out and nothing came of it but a good time. That is until one fateful night when she asked to see me and I was too drunk to operate a cellphone, nevermind a car. She called me (which she never did, since she knew I was busy working all the time) and she happened to have caught me on a night off. She came and picked me up. We just casually hung out, nothing major until I told her I'm kinda sleepy and I need a ride home or that I could call an Uber/Lyft no big deal. Well, she offered to let me stay the night. On the couch, right?
No, you can sleep in the bed with me! That wasn't my cue to drop everything on her, but we did make out. Wait what does this have to do with pee? HOLD ON ALRIGHT I'M GETTING TO IT!So remember how I said I was busy working? Well, I was. She wasn't too fond of me being so distant and unable to use my cellphone (high workloads and low signal coverage), so she got mad. Mad enough to say something about it. That prompted a meeting, and then we talked and made out again. Took a shower together, and she turned her back to me. I wonder why? Well, I was almost twice her height so I simply looked above and noticed she was pissing in the shower! While she was doing that, I kept trying to turn her around but she was strong and I also didn't want to possibly make her fall so in a bit of a disappointed tone I told her I really would have loved to have seen that.
After we got in bed, she asked if I was serious about wanting to watch her pee. I told her that's not all I would have wanted, and I would have loved to have swallowed it. I fully expected to receive a negative response, but she told me maybe next time I'll get what I want.
She was not wrong lol.
I laid out how I wanted her to be bursting to pee and wait until I get to her place, and she agreed.
When I got there, we of course went to the shower since duh lol it's my first go at this. I sat there ready for like a minute, and she was a bit on the shy side.
I told her something along the lines of don't think about it, just do it. I'm ready for this and I'd be happy if you did. Even if you accidentally drown me I immediately forgive you.I slapped her butt and started sucking on her lower lips. After that, the long desired liquid absolutely flooded my mouth. I could hardly believe it, I could hardly keep up with her output since she started peeing the moment I started sucking, and I could barely contain my urge to orgasm while this was happening. She peed for in real world time maybe a minute, and when she started it was a bit on the salty side with a bit of a nutty aroma. I'd say maybe Almond.....Once she was finished the salty and nutty aftertaste was a bit more pronounced. It wasn't exactly as I expected it to be, but it was extremely beyond damn good. It felt like an incredibly short lived bliss.....so if I ever do get married this portion is non negotiable.- Read more...
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On Traveling Light
Chapter Two
Heavy. It was a word that resonated in Alex's mind and body. How his belly and rear felt, the context of the situation he'd gotten himself into, and the weight of anxiety he had for what would come next. Heavy.
As the sun grew to stand mostly overhead, Alex and Penny found they were making good progress, and despite the rather unexpected delay they'd experienced earlier, they were back on track. A golden glow poured through the canopy of pine, warming their bodies, and as they pulled away from the foothills they were previously hiking, and onto a well-worn old mining trail, the ponderous terrain eased and their minds were free to wander. Penny caught up to Alex easily, his pace still understandably moderate, and while astride him, leaned in and awkwardly stole a kiss from his cheek. The tabby had been lost in the mix of sensations vying for attention from within ever since they'd set off from the ruin, and the smooch drew him out of his own head enough to cast an uneven smile in her direction. He still didn't know what to make of their arrangement, but for now, he was enjoying it enough, all things considered, although he certainly couldn't stop considering a thing or two, try as he might.
For example, when one doesn't use the washroom - or, considering their distance from civilization, a bush, or a tree, perhaps - in a timely manner, certain things start to happen. A building sense of urgency, a strange tingling in their belly, and more relevant to Alex's present case, eventually, they start to get gassy. His lower gut was growing steadily more talkative since they'd started walking, in an audibly deep and restless sort of way, and now he'd become aware just why. The signals nagging him just below his tail had gone from lazy but sizeable ones, to ones decidedly more tingly and uncomfortable... he wanted... no, needed to relieve that building pressure. Badly. And yet, with Penny behind him, he'd found he just couldn't coax himself to relax enough to do it; and certainly not now that she was walking close enough next to him to brush his hand now and again. His guts made their disagreement with his hesitation clear with a groan loud enough that Penny's right ear flicked and she cast a sidelong glance in his direction, instantly reading the tenseness on his brow. "Something on your mind~?" He was sure he'd grow to hate that singsong tone of hers before too long.
Before Alex could reply, however, his insides spoke for him by shifting in a particularly powerful way, and before he could even react to tense his grip on his bottom, the relative peace of the wooded trail was interrupted by a surprisingly loud and tense fart. It lasted only a moment, but definitely enough to leave Alex grimacing and red faced, looking away from her with one hand clasping his belly as they walked, several others following behind it in rhythm with his steps. Penny's hearty laughter certainly didn't help. "Oh, jeez. Not quite on your mind, I guess," she quipped, still giggling as Alex's humiliated cringe widened.
Eventually, Penny found her tact, however, and she leaned in, feathering a pair of smooches to his cheek once she'd stopped laughing. Alex's wince lessened to an embarrassed smirk, and he remarked, "Sorry, I, er... can't really help it at this point." Penny nodded matter-of-factly. "I know what you mean. Don't give yourself gas cramps on my accord." Alex arched his eyebrows in a questioning way given what she'd requested of him before departing, and Penny took the prompt to give an explanation.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I love a boy with a bubbly tummy, but I don't think you're gonna hold those in with the way we're pacing and with how much you've had to eat." Alex groaned, lethargically retorting, "Try not to remind me." Penny trilled and closed her eyes, smiling lightheartedly and her tail coiling to and fro behind her, clearly soaking their time together up like a sponge. They carried on for a while yet, the terrain nearly unchanged despite their plodding progress, while Alex's belly rumbled and groaned, occasionally breaking the silence with a trumpet or two from his butt. Eventually, though, Alex's mind began to wander, and as he grew accustomed to letting off gas pressure in her presence, he began to wonder more about her, until finally, he asked, "Hey, so, uh... what got you into this kinda thing? Keeping guys from taking dumps and all?"
Penny gave a little giggle. "Took you long enough to ask. Usually the 'why' comes in about the same time I step between them and the water closet. Or tree, in your case." She cast a bedroom look in his direction. "I guess you really do like me that much, huh?" Alex grinned back, shrugging. At least he was confident about his feelings on that particular factor of their encounter. Penny let her palms rest on the back of her head as they walked, humming. "I mean, I dunno what about boys and rumbly bellies gets me off, but it's a big enough kick that I take risks like this. Sorry if it bugs you that you're not my first." Alex shook his head. "No, no, it comes with the territory of traveling, I've been around, too. You're just, uh... the first that's done this to me." The lynx nodded in an understanding fashion, adding, "Probably the last, too, there's not a lot of my ilk, I've come to find. I've had a lot of encounters not go as smoothly as ours did, as you can probably imagine. But, uhh, to avoid getting into that, I've just been really into it for as long as I can remember.
"I grew up with my mom, who was a scullery maid on one of the first intercontinental steamer ships. I usually helped her in the kitchen until I was old enough to take on an official job with the porter company myself. I probably don't need to tell you that in order to keep for weeks on end, the food they serve on those liners isn't always easy to digest. So, I guess I got exposed to seeing people in various stages of distress depending on how long the line for the can was pretty early! Myself, too, sometimes... Kinda grew into a weird fixation. And we know what weird fixations as a kid grow into as adults." It was Alex's turn to chuckle this time. "Somehow, I can't imagine someone as pretty as you in my position." Penny beamed back at him in a silly sort of way.
"Oh, you have no idea. I swear, sometimes we'd serve this stew with a lot of potatoes in it that had me farting so loud in my cabin, it would echo off the walls of the entire deck. All night..."
Alex guffawed, which caused Penny to crack up as well, but after a moment Alex grimaced, clutched his middle, and stopped in place just long enough that a particularly hefty gas bubble pattered out of his rear for several seconds before he could stop and straighten again. Penny chided him. "Jeez, go easy, you. I was afraid you were gonna unload in your shorts there for a minute." Alex shifted in place a little, groaning. "I did too. I thought I was doing okay, but that was sudden. I haven't had to go this bad in a while..." Penny promised to go easy on funny stories for his sake, at least until they made the next waypoint.
Another mile or two passed by, their surroundings remaining mostly unchanged, but their pace - or rather, Alex's - gradually slowing. Even with his toned, fit, and capable body, his endurance and focus were beginning to falter, the weight of his meals beating on his drum down below with an ever increasing tempo. This was only exacerbated by Penny's habit of drawing oh-so-close each time he paused or slowed to fidget, squirm, or sway against his massive urge to poop, stealing kisses from his muzzle, and soft, claw tipped rubs of his swollen belly. After one particularly long and exaggerated session of dancing in place, Alex piped up with an urgent, "I need a break." Penny chewed her lower lip. "I was hoping you'd say that." Alex would have made a sarcastic retort if he wasn't rubbing his thighs together and clenching his jaw. His mind was occupied with an exercise - tense, inhale, relax, exhale - intended to keep his now openly rebelling bowels in check, and his tiring rear in strict obedience. He didn't care just how cute Penny was or how aroused he was by her interests... he wasn't going to shit his shorts in front of her, no matter how direly he--
"Wh-- Hey!"
Alex was brought out of his deeply introspective trance by a sudden and clear physical sensation - Penny was undoing his belt and working on his shorts button and zipper. "N-now's a really bad time for that!" Penny gazed up at him, her hands pausing, an undisguised look of hungry lust on her face. "Oh. I'm sorry! I could stop. Button you back up, cinch your belt agai--" Alex whimpered through gritted teeth. "N-no, just..." He was interrupted by a soft pawpad touching his lips with a gentle, implicative caress. "Don't speak. Focus on your body. Trust me." Alex gulped, that familiar swelling of lust in his loins running up his spine again, washing over him and soaking his thoughts and inhibitions... How could he be horny at a time like this? He didn't understand how he could need to defecate so, so badly and yet want the woman in front of him... no, want to please this woman in front of him yet more. As if on cue, she whispered a hungry whisper into his ear. "Do you trust me? You've come this far, such a good boy, not even a protest..." He breathed out a hot, laden breath, his underwear tightening around his loins. He nodded obediently. Her fingertip was replaced with her mouth, kissing him, teasing his tongue with hers. Never had he been this aroused - at least not in a long; long time, the primal, dominating lust of a new, forbidden experience taking hold of his mind. Whatever she wanted, he'd oblige... no, he thirsted to give her.Penny, too, was getting a bit carried away, her breaths coming more deeply and rapidly, but she wasn't nearly as far gone as Alex had become. In fact, half of her own arousal was a contact high, the heat between her legs and thudding of her heart rising in response to his own - and more prominently, his genuine, driving want to explore her desires. She hadn't had to pry, bargain, beg, or compromise for her fetish once, even though he hadn't even entertained it once before... and it was driving her mad. Her palm rested on his belly lightly, but covetously - swollen and churning with fullness, and only because she'd asked him to keep it that way, just for her. She finished opening his shorts, but left his underwear on, instead letting her clawtips rest on their hem. Slooowly, she dragged them upward, across the slightly exaggerated bulge of his bloated belly. "All that food~" she chimed breathily into his ear. Alex mumble whimpered in reply, both of his hands clenched at his sides, trying not to think about it, but a thick rumble against her fingertips betrayed that her words had reached him. "So many chances to stop and relieve yourself..." she continued, his snout turning up and letting an unbecoming, urgent whiiine as she spoke, her words coaxing a squeeze from his bowels just behind his rear. She wanted to say something else, but she was too drunk on hormones, every motion of his body in response to her teasing clouding her own ability to think. With what little clarity she had left, she pulled away from him, eliciting a confused, needy noise from him in reply, one paw reaching out for her as she stood just a stride in front of him.
But still, she wasn't finished with him yet, and she knew if she stayed in that embrace, she wouldn't be able to resist him any longer, and she wasn't ready. Not yet. She gazed possessively at the boy in front of her, licking her chops. Alex was a sight to see. From the chest up, he was the portrait of a man ready to mate, maw half open as he panted, not with exertion, but primal need, eyes half-lidded and one ear flicking out of frustration. From the tummy down though, he was something else, his round, bloated, shapely belly giving his otherwise toned and fit frame an obscenely curvy shape, his shorts half-on half-off his hips and showing off not only how low the weight in his guts sat, but how powerfully aroused he'd become. Both of his bulges swayed weightily, his hips and rear bobbing to and fro as he lifted one foot and rested his weight on the other, trading it back and forth every second or so, as his insides made no attempt to hide their audible shifting and churning. Penny closed her eyes, swallowed, and took a deep breath. No, not yet. Soon. You'll have him soon. Make it last.
"P-Penny?"
Alex's tone wasn't just strained, but it was unsure, perhaps a bit worried, and it brought her back to reality. It was her turn to crack an awkward smile. "Sorry. Almost got carried away." Alex let out a frustrated noise as his youthful rush of hormones started to wane. "Almost, she says..." Penny's grin widened, and she laughed. "I don't think I need to tell you this is becoming a rather special experience for me... think you can make it last a little longer?" Alex mumbled something about not making any promises. "I know for sure I can't walk much farther. I..." He paused, not quite believing he was about to say what he was, "I've never had to take a dump so badly in my life." Penny trilled, replying with a sway of her hips, and a little pause before replying, "Tell you what…”
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A gentle breeze blew through the sturdy trunks of the forest around them, the wind whispering around bark and conspiring through pine needles and leaves. The sound was calming to the pair as they hiked on, though the pace had become decidedly more of a lazy stroll than purposeful marching. Alex shivered a little. Rather, he had been shivering now and again for the past several hours as he tried to convince his body that refusing to relieve himself was not only an option, but the only option, much to its disagreement. Rather, what made this shiver unique was the effect the breeze was having on his body… a specific portion of his body, in particular. He was dressed much as he was earlier; a pair of windproof goggles resting on a leather strap atop his forehead, a taupe tunic with the sleeves long since removed in a rough fashion, his trademark red bandana around his neck, and a large hiking backpack slung over both shoulders.
Beyond that, however, he was bare. His feet padded along the trail without the aid of hiking shoes, (which he didn’t mind in the least - his feet being bare on the ground merely meant he could feel the contours of the rough trail better, and as such, navigate it more naturally -) his bare legs and rather muscular thighs moving in an uneasy, slightly stilted rhythm, and much to Penny’s amusement, his bare balls, sheath, and rump swayed to the beat of his steps, free and presented for all to see. Penelope being the only one to see it didn’t do much to assuage Alex’s anxiousness, though if the plumpness of his sheath, with pink tip peeking from it as it swayed were any indication, his anxiousness wasn’t doing much to assuage his horniness following their latest close encounter.Above his bits, peering out from beneath his tunic, was his belly. Even a casual observer could see it was swollen now, and anyone that knew Alex would be hard-pressed not to ask him if he’d gained weight. He had, in fact, gained a few pounds over the last two days, but he carried it in a way that would seem odd to anyone that looked. It lacked the characteristic softness and gentle folds of body fat, the few inches of swell his normally athletic, flat middle had gained were round, almost formulaically smooth and curved. His belly button flirted with the hem of his top as he walked, and every once in a while it would make a very audible complaint of motion and fullness.
Penny couldn’t stop glancing over her shoulder at him. Only partly because she wanted to see if he’d stopped or was falling behind - or perhaps even making a break for the trees - but rather because the shape and gait he’d developed was driving her mad. Her own bottoms, still attached to her hips rather than in her pack like Alex’s has found themselves, bore the gentle, warm dampness of her own lewd thoughts and mood, her heartbeat slightly more rapid than someone taking a gentle stroll through the forest in the afternoon. She wanted him, and badly, almost as badly as he wanted to let his body rid himself of his backed up meals. She still couldn’t believe her dumb luck - an attractive boy, with no place in particular to be, inclined for companionship, and a sense of adventure so conveniently and particularly broad she still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dreaming.
The deal she’d brokered was simple. Alex was to remain bottomless for the remainder of this leg of the journey; the relief of no belt constricting his abdomen and no clothing to soil should the unthinkable strike were the bargain in exchange. The deal had bought him some deeply desired relief from urgent squeezes and cramps from his plumbing - though it did nothing for how simply bloated and bottom-heavy he felt. His body wasn’t totally sold on this deal, either, and every half hour or so, Penny could hear a few heavy steps come to a pause, and turn to see him clutching at his abdomen or groping at his bottom, one leg raising awkwardly off the dirt of the forest floor to tuck under his sheath and coinpurse, usually accompanied with a dizzyingly attractive grimace of effort, and a thick bubbling from his lower gut as though someone were blowing into fresh oatmeal with a straw.
Despite his hesitations, and a few honest impulses to cry out an apology and make for the treeline as fast as his belabored tailhole would allow, he still found himself before long walking again, with a belly feeling rather tighter and heavier than before. He’d never been quite so in tune with his bodily functions. He swore he could feel every inch of the tubes within his rounded middle, knowing exactly where each loop squeezed, pushed, bubbled, and shifted… and that was nothing to say for his tightened ring. The weight upon it was incredible. He swore he could feel it lazily bulging under the sheer gravity of his meals, tickling and tingling madly as the breeze caressed his bare rear, wobbling dangerously with the vibration of each footfall. Every pause induced by a sudden and coordinated pumping of his bowels made it ache and prickle with the numbness of fatigue against the sudden and nigh inexorable pressure building behind it… but seeing Penny’s looks of pure lust and covetousness made him swallow thickly and tense it up until finally, with a glacial rumbling from his depths, the pressure eased temporarily.In short, the poor tabby needed to poop. Badly.
Badly enough, in fact, that after another mile or so, Penny heard a breathy gasp. She turned to see Alex staring into the middle distance with wide eyes, both hands clutching at his distended tum with a disoriented panic. His upper thighs pressed - no, leaned - against each other and quivered. Penny didn’t think much of it, leering at the tabby until she saw his body language take a rather very specific turn.
First, Alex farted. This had been happening on and off as they walked, given he’d given up on trying to hold the persistent bubbles in, but this one was tense, tight, and nervous as first, but pattered to a stop suddenly with a few gentle pops… and accompanied almost immediately reflexive, squatting dip of his hips. Alex’s face went red. His cheeks puffed a little, and his eyes narrowed, his eyes drunkenly losing their focus. His fingers curled into tight fists, and his toes curled, claws raking tiny lines into the soft earth below him. His gut didn’t so much gurgle or grumble so much as it cavitated with effort. All of this, of course, happened over the course of about three seconds, and Penny knew with experience what was happening as soon as it had begun.
Alex’s body was refusing to hold it in anymore. There was no longer a voluntary choice. He was going into a labor of sorts, and he was going to unload; right here, right now.
Within the tabby’s head, there was no awareness of the world around him besides a fuzzy, desaturated image and a dim, cotton-wrapped stream of sounds echoing from far away... His world at present was instead one of sensation. A burning, powerful, urgent warmth has developed in his belly like a red-hot lead ball rolling downward towards his behind. He was aware of a panicked, twanging, staccato signal from his tailhole as it violently spasmed shut and involuntarily relaxed, his body trying to override the weakening signal from his increasingly fuzzy and unfocused mind. But above all, there was one clear thing he could focus on, one clear sense in his otherwise rapidly narrowing awareness: a mass, like a long-delayed freight train on slow, but dutifully steadfast wheels, was moving within him, and it was moving down.
Penny yelled. “Hey! Not here, big boy!” Alex paid her little heed. His eyes showed a brief flicker, his ear flicked, but he farted again, and his ass lowered even further toward the earth. The efforts of verbal persuasion held no heed over nature’s hypnotizing spell that had gripped Alex as firmly as his bowels were gripping the mass inside of him. The lynx swallowed. She half wanted to let him go… he’d certainly come far, far further than any other sane and relatively potty-trained person would - all for her benefit alone, even - but a persistent sensation of her own, throbbing and begging for physical attention between her hips had hold of her mind in its own gentle but insistently effective and glibly persuasive grasp. Her feet trod on the path at a short, but dutifully urgent jog.
Another sensation - then a second, prodded its way through Alex’s foggy mind. It shared space near his tired and flagging tail, on either side of it… Penelope had gripped Alexander’s rear firmly, and with her legs, had begun to hoist Alex’s butt out of a squat. Alex whined in deep, warning tones. “I know, you big hunk, but we’re almost there. Come on.” The last word was accompanied with one final tug, bringing Alex to a shaky, knock-kneed stand. His voice growled from deep within. “Can’t… Can’t hold it… Let me go…” He didn’t fight back or pull away - he couldn’t. Every neuron he could goad into motion was focused on damming back the mountain that was moving within him. Penelope leaned in and bit his ear, making the tabby yelp and colors dance before his eyes, his sheath bulging and his tip sliding free from its confines to taste the cool, crisp breeze and dribble clear fluid from within obediently. The fuzziness in his head waned. A baser instinct rose from within, clashing with the primal bodily urge and loosening its grasp on his mind. His bowels surged with bubbling and rumbling as pressure generated by his cramping insides relented back. His ring slowly drew closed, and a bulkhead of mass at the very end of his pipes, nearly poking to the open air itself, retreated within.
Alex moaned. The moan hadn’t decided if it was out of raw lust or despairing urge to defecate by the time it left his mouth and hung in the air as steam despite the temperate climate. Penny whispered directly into Alex’s ear with much the same effect, “Good boy.” Alex’s thighs unlocked, and he turned, slowly. His cock swayed heavily as he rotated, a thin trail of precum lazily following as it, and he, turned to face the Lynx. Penelope reflexively swallowed and trilled. “Oh… something else on your mind, is it?” Alex looked through her. His blue eyes were still hazy, and his hands released his bloated belly to grab at her hips. Penny gave an involuntary whimper of her own as lust rolled through her core and sloshed like a spring between her hips. One of her own hands reached, groping between the tabby’s legs until it found his twin orbs, lifting them and cradling them in her palm. Her wrist was immediately kissed with a drip of pre, and she could feel the heat of his loins.
Her emerald eyes peered into his and their lips met. Tongues intertwined and danced, shortly followed by their bodies, Alex’s hips pressing into Penny’s and smearing her trail shorts with his pre as he bucked against her and his length dragged desperately along the fabric. Alex’s palms tugged at Penny’s shorts with an unmistakably wordless demand, making no headway against her belt. Penny pulled back just enough to undo the first loop, inadvertently caressing the tip of his cock softly with the backs of her hands…
Grrrbbbbl….
The moment that carried the igneous, magma-like bubbling of his belly hung in the air, as if it were awkwardly deciding where in this primal dance of mating it belonged, before hurriedly moving along; deciding it perhaps had interrupted something more important and very private. Alexander’s gut hadn’t just sounded bloated, gassy, and in urgent need of relief; it sounded indignant. Perhaps even threatening. The urges within had lost this battle, but a descending bubbling beneath his belly button decreed that it would not lose the war. Alex stood, panting, his lower abdomen giving a short groan once… twice, deeper… thrice, his thighs quivering with sheer effort, before a weak, sputtering toot forced its way free. He tried desperately not to laugh when his eyes caught Penelope’s, this time having the advantage as her own lust had left her feeling soft around the edges enough that it took her several seconds longer than Alex to process exactly what had just happened.
Eventually, though, she recovered, and didn’t bother to resist laughing, although Alex carried on valianty fighting it, preferring that over fighting off another wave of urges on his tired, bulging tailhole. He was far from relaxed, one hand furtively rubbing his badly bulging tum in slow circles, the other holding his rump, two fingers clandestinely massaging his ring. His length, sensing that playtime was decidedly over, gently nestled all but its tip back in his sheath, though it was still dripping embarrassingly, which in turn caused Penny to look down at the glistening swath of dark, slick fabric on her shorts and begin giggling again. “Aha, ha, man. I almost feel bad for stopping.” Alex chuckled, shifting from foot to foot. “Almost? Don’t let me interrupt you. I just hope you won’t mind when I explode.”
Though the jovial awkwardness between the two was something they both enjoyed, Alex’s belly bubbled ominously and his thighs dipped together again. Nothing that had possessed either of them a few moments ago had let Alex lessen the load within his bowels, and though the monster of his base instincts was back in its cage for the moment, it was growing larger and the bars were beginning to bend with each gurgling roar. “I can’t believe I almost… …had an accident…” he mumbled, the last half of his sentence rather quieter with the unfamiliarity of it not having left his mouth in almost two decades. “I can,” Penny mused. “You’re getting to the end of your rope, big boy~.” Alex nodded with a little huff.
She turned and looked out down the trail. The sun had left its apex in the sky and the trees drew lines of shadow across the path from its mid-afternoon angle over the mountains. Alex followed her gaze. The trail carried on flatly and relatively straight for about a half mile before dipping out of view… but beyond, it peered back into his sight a blurry distance away, where it soon met a stone and wood covered bridge… and more importantly, the Faurine River. Alex rubbed his belly and practically drooled in anticipation, his thighs needily grinding together. The look he gave the broad and cerulean blue water in the distance would have made it run backwards and retreat up the mountain in fear, had it the capacity for thought. Penny kissed his cheek before his thoughts gave his body and belly any bright ideas.
“Think you’ll make it, handsome?” Penny inquired. “Can’t be more than a half hour or so away, all downhill…” Alexander glanced down. His swollen abdomen groaned, and he allowed himself to dance, hopping from foot to foot as a cramp loomed, gripped his bowels threateningly, and eased… all as Penny bit her lip and shuffled her own legs a bit under a similar but altogether different bodily need. “I… don’t think so,” Alex said finally, hands less holding his distended middle, and more resting its hefty weight on his palms. “It’s taking all my strength to not make three steps into the trees and handle business.” Penny nodded, replying with an amicable, “I won’t stop you.”
Alex continued to dance, ready to make another gentle protest, when what she’d said registered. “I really… wha?” His feet begged him to start walking, and his gut bubbled as another wave of urges surged down his middle and rebounded thickly off of his tailhole, making him give a grunt of effort. “I… are you sure?” Penny nodded, resisting calls from within herself somewhere to grab his hand and start pulling him down the trail. “I can’t lie… I want you, right here, right now…” Her words dripped with lust. Alex’s sheath bobbed heedingly. “And even more, I want to drag you, squirming and begging, all the way to the banks of the river…” This statement drew an involuntarily tensing of muscles on the aft side of Alex’s lower body. “But you’ve been so, so good… to me, to my silly wants and desires…” She paused for a beat. “...better than anyone else…” she ventured with just a bit of added honey. Alex swallowed loudly. “We’re so close, big boy, and if we make it, I don’t think either of us could stop ourselves…”
Alex’s bits dribbled another long string of pre, his mind rapidly changing tracks between the burning pull of his loins and the smoldering push of his bowels. He looked again, down the trail at the distant blue line carved through the trees and grass. It seemed so far, further now than when he looked last. A gentle gust of wind tickled under his tail and past his bits. He clamped one hand firmly beneath his tail, and took a deep breath, holding it and counting. Penny watched with hopeful interest, tail curling the question marks in her mind as his dancing from foot to foot slowed, his thighs parted, and his own tail, like a flag lowered in defeat, shakily descended, curled over his hand and between his legs, the tip covering his sheath. His belly burbled moodily, but feebly in protest.
“No promises. But for you, beautiful, I’ll try.” Penny let out a barely restrained squeal, stopping just short of throwing herself into him and hugging him for dear life (and, inevitably, sweet relief, which is what barely managed to stop her) and instead, leaned in to give him a lingering, warm kiss. Alex’s belly bubbled again, louder this time, and he winced. “T-time is a factor…” he whimpered. Penny giggled, nodding, and beginning to plod down the trail, beckoned for him to follow. Alex nervously called after her. She trodded to a stop several strides away from the tabby, who was still standing where he was, shifting from foot to foot, tail curled between his legs and looking rather pleadingly in her direction.
“What is it, big boy? Change your mind?” Alex pinkened a little. “N-no, but…” he trailed off, feet still trampling the ground urgently beneath him. “But what? Want me to carry you? I don’t think I can lift you, even without all the added weight.” Alex took another deep breath, glancing down between his legs, at the trees to his right, then back at Penelope. “No, but I might need your help, anyway…”
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Memoraderaline
A hormone which is only produced rarely, and in trace amounts in most humans. Its function in the body is not totally understood. However, it is known to affect cognitive abilities, memory in particular. This hormone also shares its name with [REDACTED].Woltz Disease
An extremely rare chronic hereditary disorder which causes severe episodic memory loss. The disease generally does not surface until adulthood, but the exact timing varies. The disease is caused by extreme overproduction of memoraderaline in the kidneys. Individuals suffering from Woltz disease lose their memories in close proximity to urination, causing them to effectively “reset” their memories to the time the disease first manifested each time they urinate. This disease was thought to be incurable until a recent breakthrough in medical science which resulted in the creation of MA-Blocker. Up until that point, the only treatment available to Woltz Disease patients was capacity training to increase time between urination, as well as certain kinds of structured learning activities which allowed patients to learn and practice certain types of information and skills which would then partially or wholly persist between memory loss episodes.MA-Blocker
The name given to the drug capable of curing Woltz disease. When administered to individuals who suffer from this disease, symptoms are relieved completely. Long-term use of the drug has even been shown to allow the recall of lost memories even from before the drug was first taken.Synthetic Memoraderaline
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Day 17: Adding Omo to a Canon Scene (DMC5)
Nicoletta Goldstein drummed her fingers on the dashboard of her van. As the official gunsmith for an entire group of Devil Hunters, her life was rarely dull. This was one of the exceptions. Her partner Nero had gone to fight off the giant demon Gilgamesh, and she had been left to look after one of the other Hunters: the stylish slayer known only as Lady. Nero had rescued her from inside a demon, and she was now slumbering on the couch in the back of the van, wearing only a thin bed sheet.
“C’mon, wake up already,” Nico muttered. “It’s been hours!” She took another drag of her cigarette and flicked away the ash. It had almost entirely burned away by the time she heard something move behind her.
“Dante…”
“Lady?” Nico turned and sure enough, her charge was beginning to stir. “Hold still,” said Nico, rushing over to the couch, where Lady was groggily opening her eyes.
“Where’s… Dante?” she groaned.
“Don’t worry,” Nico reassured her, “Nero’s on the job. He’ll have Dante and Trish back before you know it!”
“Nico…I need…”
“You just take it easy, you hear?” said Nico. “You need something to eat? Maybe some, uh, clothes?”
“I… need to pee.”
“Oh,” said Nico, feeling herself blush. “Yeah, that makes sense. You’ve been asleep for so long, no wonder you gotta go.”
“Help me up,” said Lady, extending an arm.
“I would,” Nico replied, “but the toilet on this van’s, ah, under repairs. But I’m sure we could find a bathroom- woah, what are you doing?”
It looked like it had taken some effort, but Lady had stood up, letting the sheet drop to the floor. Nico blushed even harder at the sight of her nude body and quickly turned away.
“Watch my back for me, will you?” Lady asked.
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Damn, thought Lady, I’m about to burst!
She staggered her way to the van’s door, opened it and squatted on the ground behind it, hopefully concealing her from view. Her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and as there was no clothing in the way, it eagerly began releasing its contents with a loud gushing sound. Lady closed her eyes and let out a moan of relief as she sprayed the ground with the force of a fire hose. The golden puddle between her legs grew at an astounding rate, so much so that Lady had to widen her squat to avoid peeing on her toes. She was starting to wonder if she would ever be empty when she finally felt the pressure behind her stream begin to die down. It was still quite some time before it stopped completely, however.
Much better, Lady thought, staring at the massive pool in front of her. I can’t believe I was holding in that much!
Her business completed, Lady returned to the van, only to find that Nico was nowhere to be seen.
“Nico?” Lady called. Then she heard something moving outside of the passenger door. She opened it and was greeted by the sight of Nico faced away from her and squatting, ass out. What she was doing would have been obvious even without the gentle hissing sound coming from beneath her.
“Ahh!” Nico turned at the sound of the door opening. She stood and yanked her shorts back up in a hurry. “Shit,” she grumbled, “last few drops went into my pants.”
“Sorry,” said Lady, “I just didn’t know where you were.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Nico told her. “It’s just that I heard you taking a leak and it made me have to go too.” She blushed again. “So, uh, how much did you see?”
“Less than you’re seeing of me right now,” Lady replied. “I’ll take you up on the offer of clothes now.”
“Sure thing,” said Nico. “I got some spare outfits in the back.” She chuckled. “I’m just glad we were able to take care of things before the boys came back!”
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There is actually so much in my head i feel like i need to try and capture, Not just about Omo, about many different areas of my LIFE, and all of ours actually.
But given you are on this forum and reading this, I think it would make you happy if i kept this about Omo stuff, wouldn't it? I like making people happy.
I really do feel overwhelmed though. Like i am going to face a challenge capturing all of what my mind is capable of thinking (and yeah i mean just bout omo) into a medium that you can view, read, or even watch...
I am not of the "AB" part of AB/DL
And until only a few years ago, I never cared for DL either. With respect, the AB kind of put me off the DL...
... A few years ago, i managed to get the courage together to buy adult pulllups for men from my local chemist, trying to give off the "they arent for me" energy as best i could. The girl behind the counter was trying to work that out herself i think.
I gave them ago, and while it was fun temporarily, it was a pack of 6 disposable ones or something... it honestly didn't feel worth it.
I sat and played kingdom hearts 3, or remind, i cant remember. It really was only temporary.
And my dog, who was a pup at the time, had dug one up that i had already bagged to be thrown out, she had it on my bedroom floor and my mate fkn found it.
We never spoke of it since and i haven't tried any omutsu or ab/dl stuff since as you could imagine. It was quite embarrassing,
First time i've written about it and to a forum like this, kind of makes me feel better.
Anyway, i am currently sitting in a cloth diaper i bought recently, 1 bamboo and 1 microfiber insert. My dog is no longer a pup and i have moved a north from where i used to live.
I've just stood up because i feel like i need a coffee to keep writing, and there is a great big wet patch where i am sitting. I guess I've weed more than i thought this morning lol.
I'm still new to this, Ive had some fun in it this morning but now its full and i can't use it for practical reasons through out the day. I accidentally had an orgasm while edging this morning too, i usually cum into a cup and knock it back with water (your mind will be blown repeatadly in this blog I am actually intending that, and promise it), but i held me ball muscles as hard as i could, but when i thought i'd won and relaxed, my cock erupted onto my stomach. God damn, now comes the unexpected mood swings and slight disgust of what i was doing before hand. Thankfully i didn't take too hard of a hit.
But seeing a visibly damp office chair just now when nearly out the door coffee has made me stop and rethink... i need to perfect this.
I am glad i had already started writing this and had started this blog earlier, because often by now the whole buzz would have died. And i wouldn't have bothered exploring this to this level for weeks again.
One of the first steps i need to take is obvious: I need to buy another one of these contraptions around my cock and butt. And several more inserts, i figured i can just change the inserts through out the day, 2 at a time. Heres 2 examples of the things i wanna talk about in this blog, these 2 examples are things that i am SAVING, and they are both LITERALLY worth more than MONEY. can you guess? TIME and WATER.
I just stood up to put way some clean laundry, i haven't taken this thing off yet. Apparently it held a little more.
I cant sit down with it maybe?
I need to just let it out in small bursts... which i didnt do this morning again... too much fun.
I really do want to get good at being a ninja about this, discreet, practical, and most importantly i DO NOT affect anyone around me...
Smell, dampness, visible wet spots etc etc....
i havent even scratched the surface of what i can write, i mean that...
And with that, I'll end this first blog entry and do the exact opposite of saving time and water... i need to do a load of laundry including this contraption and the inserts, then have a shower and go buy a coffee, in twice the amount of time it actually takes to do said things.
Stay tuned, xx.
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For those who don't play DnD a standard healer.... almost. They can heal party members, but they're spells have side-effects!
At Level 0 Clerics pick their domain, each of the three domains effect their basic heal spell. The domains are Desperation, Leaking, Wetting, Diaper.
With the Desperation domain at level 0 every basic heal reduces the targets bladder size by one rank. After four uses this becomes two ranks, after eight this becomes three and so-on. This will never cause the target to wet immediately. After a long or short rest this resets back to one rank.
With the Leaking domain at level 0 every basic heal causes a 1/20 chance to lose control for 1 second. Every use increases the chance by 1/20. Bladder will not reduce below 50% capacity. After a long or short rest this resets back to one rank.
With the Wetting domain at level 0 every three basic heals causes an increase of 3 to your own bladder. After you wet or relieve yourself you can no longer cast basic heal.
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Maybe if I...no, I can't! T-they're all so scary! But I have to...but they'd eat m-me if I tried! A little creature continued mulling the same thoughts over and over as he looked over the empty expanse of the Lucille Plain. Actually, were it empty, he wouldn't be worrying himself so much, and his problem would be solved. The problem was the herds of fang rabbits that now inhabited these plains, pink hares as tall as he with a penchant for eating. He had heard they were herbivores, but he wasn't taking chances.
They were certainly large animals, but they were still less than half the size of an average adult human. Their stature was only so intimidating to someone as small as a featherfolk. Featherfolk were a race of bird-like people, the size of children, named for the many feathers that covered their bodies and formed wings on the undersides of their arms, and known for their incredible timidness. They rarely left their hometown of Gugleion, but on rare occasions, they found a greater purpose and ventured out into the world.
Of course, just because they saw beyond the walls of their village did not immediately cure them of their skittishness. Still, even among the nervous disposition of the featherfolk, few were as jittery as Mui. Covered in golden-white plumage, a permanent blush on his cheeks, his brown chestnut eyes almost invisible behind the paws used so often to cover his face, he was practically the living embodiment of the featherfolk stereotype. No one would suspect that he was one of Thorwad's heroes that had just saved the world from the centennial monsters, the Teras Pharma.
Now that the Teras Pharma were eradicated, things had calmed down, but that didn't mean that the world was free from strife. The aftermath of the war had devastated a lot of natural life, so as an herbalist, Mui came here, to this barren field, so he could sow some seeds and grow the greenery needed for the medicine the world would need to heal. He came here ready to do good, pouch full of seeds, but quickly discovered that the fang rabbits had intruded in the absence of bigger monsters. That realization was hours ago, and Mui hadn't moved since then, working up the courage to either get the job done or to run away.
I really need to get out of here soon... He couldn't take the plunge one way or another, but he knew he had a timer, one rooted in a heaviness situated around his tummy. I really need to go t-tinkle. He had spent so long debating what the smart next move would be, his bladder had ample time to begin filling with the fluids from earlier today. In an ideal world, he would have gotten to Lucille Plain, planted seeds all across the meadow, and gotten out of here before a need for a bathroom was ever a concern. But things hadn't gone according to plan, so here he was, desperation growing to worrisome levels.
"Ah, Mui, you're already here. That makes things a lot easier."
Mui was not expecting anybody else to show up, definitely not someone who knew him, so hearing his name was a shock. "Waaahhhhh!" With nothing nearby to hide behind, all he could do for shelter was throw himself into a corner against a rocky wall, crouching down and cowering with his head buried in his wings. More secretly, he leaked a little bit, nowhere near enough to be visible from the outside on thick canvas pants, but the shot of heat was incredibly evident to him. It was short, and he regained control quickly, but it was the nerve-wracking reminder that he really needed his pee break.
Hiding, curled up in a ball, Mui knew he would never get the chance to relieve himself if he did nothing, so he forced himself to lower his hands and look up. And what he saw was not a predator, but a tall, slim human with long brown hair. And he was someone that Mui knew: the closest of Thorwad's compatriots, making him one of Mui's companions as well. "Oh, R-Rolf!" That was a huge weight off his chest, knowing this was someone he could trust. "D-did you c-come here to help me?" That was when he noticed that Rolf was holding something, hard to tell exactly, but it seemed to be a small brown clump with a green stalk poking up. "Oh, is that a sapling? What kind of plant is it for?" Curious, the featherfolk hopped up like a bird and began looking it over.
"It would take too long to explain, and I haven't seen it myself, but Thorwad swears it'll work," Rolf assured. "Let's see how this works." Pulling the sapling away from the suddenly inquisitive Mui, Rolf knelt down nearby and began digging a hole in the soil with his hands, one deep enough to bury a sapling large enough that it could be cupped in two hands. So it took Rolf some time, but the hole wouldn't be large enough for it to be feasible for Mui to help with his big paws. He just had to watch, hope that simple observation was enough to take his mind off his desire to find the "little featherfolk's room". It wasn't.
At least it wasn't long before Rolf had finished, covering the exposed top of the bulb with loose dirt. He wasn't a master gardener, but Mui considered the work satisfactory. Given the proper conditions, it would begin sprouting into a fine tree within a few years. It just needs proper sunlight and...watering... "But w-what is the tree supposed to d-do?"
No sooner did he ask a reasonable question did the freshly-planted little sprout do something that trees absolutely did not do: it grew. Rapidly. The green shoot rocketed upwards, its girth expanding swiftly as several branches birthed and jumped outwards, the central spire turned brown, and a blanket of leaves formed at the ends of the outreaching arms, with glowing blue vines hanging down. All of this happened within seconds; in less than a quarter-minute, that tiny bud had become an adult tree, right before their eyes.
Naturally, this wholly unusual phenomenon was horribly startling for poor Mui. "Kyaaah!" Shivering, he ran to his friend, hiding behind Rolf's comparatively large legs. His breathing had become shallow and rapid, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he wrapped his wings around Rolf's knees for some security. And, yes, Mui did pee his pants a little bit more. "T-t-the t-tree is g-going to e-eat us!"
Rolf was used to this kind of behavior, so he just laughed it off and continued admiring the tree. "So that's why you've placed your trust in those kids, Thorwad."
Several moments passed with nothing sinister happening, and Mui started to wonder if he was scared for nothing. That's when the tree started glowing, more and more until it reached a blinding flash, something else that trees definitely don't do. "Gyaaahh!" The featherfolk once again buried his face into the back of Rolf's knees, shaking like he had just molted at the peak of Mt. Hioni, as if his friend's lower body was the only shield between him and death. Even when the light had vanished, he wouldn't dare pry himself away from what he perceived as safe.
Because of this, the task of talking fell to Rolf. "Well, you surprised me. As soon as I planted the sapling, it grew quickly. It became such a splendid tree in no time at all."
"Is it...because it's an Era Tree?" Wah! T-that was someone else talking! W-where did they come from?!
"It interests me too, but... I think we should talk about medicinal herbs first." But Rolf trusts them, so m-maybe they're not ba- Wait, "medicinal herbs"? "Here, Mui." Ah, that's me! W-what do I do? I-I can't handle it! What if they're all planning to eat me? How am I supposed to r-run from them?
If he were to flee, he needed some information about what he was facing, so against his better judgment, he poked his head out from behind Rolf's lower half to get a better look at the strange tree. And there was indeed someone standing there. In fact, there were four people that Mui had never seen before, who had all seemingly come out of nowhere. He could tell one was an Ionian soldier, but the two women were completely unknown. And the man at the head of the group... "T-Thorwad?"
One of the women, a magician by the look of the staff she carried, clad in black and red robes, was the first to notice Mui's diminutive frame. "Wow, a featherfolk! I've never seen a real one before!"
That comment brought everyone's eyes onto little Mui, making him shrink away nervously. That little act, that tiny startled squeal and shuffle back as he averted his gaze down, completely captured the eye of the other woman, the one with dirty blonde hair curled up at her shoulders and an ankle-length white dress with maroon skirt. Every single bit of her attention was focused squarely on Mui with an unblinking gaze that pierced through to his soul, and being the center of attention like that made the poor featherfolk nervous, retreating halfway behind Rolf's legs with a muffled squeak.
That was the clincher. "Awwww, he's so cuuuuuute!" She was just shy of having hearts in her eyes; in every other way, she was as enamored as one could be, like her life had been empty before meeting a featherfolk. A wide, open smile lifted her expression to the sky, her hands were clasped over the sizable breasts that covered her melting heart, and blood rushed to her cheeks, fueled by a sugar rush from the undiluted sweetness she was looking at.
Mui had no experience in how to cope with this kind of affection, so he did what he always did: panic. "Oh, uh, ah... I-I-I thought... Excuse me please!" With the most forceful shout his shaky voice could muster, he turned to run.
He had only made one bound before Rolf, who had clearly anticipated this reaction, grabbed his upper wing to keep him still. "No, Mui, don't be afraid." Once Rolf was sure the featherfolk wasn't going anywhere when he felt his struggle go limp, he went back to addressing the other group. "Sorry about that. As you can see, he's very shy. Or rather, afraid."
Though she kept her distance, the infatuated girl squatted down to better meet a featherfolk's eye level. "Aw, it's okay, Mui. We're not going to hurt you."
He had little reason to believe that. "W-who are y-you?"
The Thorwad lookalike seemed hesitant as to how he should answer that. "Well...it's sort of a long story..."
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It was hard for Mui to follow, with all the new concepts being thrown his way, but he got the following: they were all from 100 years in the future, when the Teras Pharma had returned. They had returned thanks to the machinations of a group called the Vermilion Axe, who wanted to use their might to overthrow the Holy Empire of Ionia. The Vermilion Axe had destroyed the town of Schradt and wounded many of its citizens, so the bountiful medicinal herbs of the Lucille Plain called to them. It sounded to Mui like a trick, but when he looked up at Rolf, he received a nod of approval. As much as his gut objected, Rolf and Thorwad trusted them, so he shouldn't have a reason to worry.
He also learned who all the people who had come from the future were. The leader, Yusuke, was one of Thorwad's ancestors, trained in the same Blue Flash sword style as the hero Mui knew, which explained the resemblance. The Ionian soldier was Ducas, the mage was Myra, and the woman fawning over the featherfolk was Ilia Barcai, as she was all-too-eager to tell him. Ducas blurted out something about her uncle being the head of the Vermilion Axe, and got smacked in the back of the head by Myra for the insensitive comment. Everything seemed to be settled.
All except for one thing, as Ducas soon brought up. "So, what's going on with the herbs?"
"Oh, y-yes, t-that's... I-I came here to plant some herb seeds, but..." Looking down at his feet, Mui started scraping the dirt with his tiny talons as he began muttering. "I-I'm sorry, b-but-"
"The fang rabbits that ravaged the plains are still lurking around here, right?" Rolf really knew Mui, like he was inside the featherfolk's head. "That's why he hasn't sown any seeds yet."
"Y-yes..." He began hiding his face behind his wings. "I-I-I'm so sorry..."
"No, you did nothing wrong, Mui," Ilia exclaimed, quick to jump to his defense. "That's why we're all here, to help you!"
"That's right," Myra added. "It's important to us that the herbs are healthy as well."
Yusuke nodded. "Besides, Thorwad has helped us in some amazing ways, and I'd like to pay him back. So any friend of his is a friend of ours."
Though he was hesitant, Mui started to poke his head out of hiding. "Um, t-thank you..."
Rolf began chuckling. "Sounds like you'll be in good hands with them, Mui. I think I can trust you alone." And with little more than a wave goodbye, he was on his way out.
"Huh? W-w-wait!" Just because he could trust them didn't mean he was ready to be alone with them, people he didn't know. Even just having Rolf would ease his concern significantly, but it didn't seem like that would happen.
And he knew exactly why it would prove to be a problem. From when Rolf had appeared to now, though a lot had happened to distract him, the little featherfolk had never neglected the uncomfortable tingling in his bladder. He couldn't, it was just too omnipresent and worrying to possibly push to the back of his mind, knowing that it would have to be addressed sooner or later.
The problem was, he now had no idea how he would handle this predicament. He knew Rolf, they had adventured together and stopped a terrible calamity. If Mui was truly bursting, he might just barely be able to ask Rolf to wait while he took care of business. But with strangers? No, there was zero chance he'd work up that kind of courage around anyone he didn't already know. He really didn't want to remember how much he had tortured his poor bladder as a part of Thorwad's heroes.
It wasn't that he was doubting the abilities of these people from the future. But even the Holy Emperor himself would have a hard time clearing a large field of fang rabbits in the time Mui had left before...the undesirable outcome. It would simply be too long before the featherfolk would have a moment to himself again. Oh, I wasted my chance! I should have d-done it before Rolf showed up! Just the thought of the pain that lay ahead for him seemed to make it worse, and his knees bent inwards as he trembled. Of course, shivering in nervousness was nothing new for him, which was probably why nobody seemed to notice.
Nobody except for Ilia, of course, who just couldn't take her eyes off the featherfolk. While on his travels, Mui had heard the phrase "undressing someone with your eyes"; he couldn't help but wonder if that would describe what he was on the receiving end of. One way or another, he got an answer when Ilia snapped. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" Faster than lightning, Ilia dived for Mui, wrapping her arms around his tiny body, squeezing him like a snake, lifting him off the ground with his paws dangling as she stood up and rocked him to and fro. It wasn't all bad, she kept him comfortable with his face in her two ample cushions, though he didn't care about that. "You're just too precious, Mui!"
"Alright, Ilia, you're being overbearing," Myra warned, though it didn't sound like she was all that invested. "You've barely met the poor thing, I'm sure he wants his space."
Ducas nodded. "I'm sure it's overwhelming. Guys aren't used to beautiful women throwing themselves at them."
"Yeah, you've definitely never experienced that."
"Okay, that's enough, Myra," Yusuke interrupted, putting a stop to the argument in the making. "Er, Ilia, you really should let go of him now."
"Oh, sorry!" As she loosened her embrace, Mui took the first chance he could get to pull his face out of her bust, gasping for air as he felt freedom against his twitchy little button nose. Just looking at that, it took every ounce of willpower for Ilia to not suffocate him in another constricting hug. "It's just...he's so precious, I can't help myself!" Though she would have been content to hold him forever, she did put the featherfolk down. Notably, he took a step back as soon as his feet touched the ground, shrinking into a smaller silhouette. She should have been saddened by the subtle rejection, but honestly, the shyness just captured Ilia's heart even further.
However, on the other end of the infatuation, Mui felt worry well up in his chest. I knew it... I'm never g-going to get any alone time so long as s-she's around! I mean, I couldn't ever ask anyway, but...j-just in case I did... Again, his bladder seemed to get even fuller at the mere thought of trouble, making it incredibly difficult to hide his needs. The normal actions of his nervous disposition could only hide so much. Oh, I really really don't wanna w-wet myself...
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"All right! That's how we clean up around here!" They had barely gotten started on their quest, and already, Ducas was boasting. One fang rabbit slain at his spear, and he was acting like the strongest soldier around.
Nobody had the time to berate him for his cockiness, because there was still the rest of this pack of savage hares to deal with. Yusuke was putting his Blue Flash style swordsmanship to the test as the nimble targets charged him, while Myra covered his back with fire magic. They all had at least some experience fighting, but even with some time to grow accustomed to battling the Teras Pharma, opponents like this were still an unusual challenge.
Meanwhile, in the back, Ilia could only watch. She was an herbalist, a healer, she was not much of an asset when it came to a straight battle, her best tactic was just to hang back and watch as her friends got attacked by all manner of beasts. She wouldn't show it, but she hated that weakness, her inability to make a difference for those close to her. She could only stand by in support as everyone she loved fought their own battles, becoming nothing more than a bystander.
So she channeled that frustration into her art: if she couldn't act, she could help the people she believed in. Even as she suffered under the knowledge that her uncle, the man who has basically raised her after the fire in Martylion claimed her parents, wanted to destroy the world she knew, she followed Yusuke with all her heart as they struck out to change the world. And now that they had traveled a century to the past, maybe she could change things.
And if she was going to change the future, she first needed to improve herself. Thankfully, she had an easy jump to that end. Though she didn't understand exactly what he meant, Yusuke had said that, through simply a desire to learn, he had picked up sword skills from Thorwad the first time he traveled to the past. So, if Mui were to show me something special of his, I should be able to do it too. But does it have to be an herbalist technique? Does he have to want to teach me?
Well, before any of that, he needs to talk to me. Ever since their first interaction, Mui had kept his distance from Ilia, never keeping more than a second of eye contact with her. Maybe I was being a bit too overbearing with him...but he's just too irresistible! Still, as cute as he was, he clearly felt alienated and uncomfortable. Which did make him cuter, yes, but it would make being his student more challenging.
So I just have to bridge the gap between us, somehow. "Actually, Mui, I'm an herbalist too."
That got his attention, even if it wasn't undivided. "U-um, t-that's what I t-thought. Y-your bag g-gave it away." True, the two both wore brown leather pouches around the fronts of their waists, used to easily store and access all their supplies.
"Yes, and all of us grew up hearing the legends of how Thorwad and his team of heroes saved the world from the Teras Pharma. I know how much you must have helped them, kept them going."
A blush bloomed on the featherfolk's little cheeks. Though, Ilia realized, he always looked like that. "N-n-no, I-I didn't do that much! Y-you don't have t-to think anything of m-me!" He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his arms out as a makeshift barrier between the two.
"Phew, those guys were a real hassle, but we got ‘em!" Reveling in his success, Ducas strutted back from the scene of the battle, scuffed up and beaten, but victorious.
Honestly, Ilia hardly noticed however Ducas was doing. "Oh, Yusuke, you're hurt!" She rushed to his side, looking over his injuries. Clearly, the fang rabbits had gotten a few good hits in on him, because his clothes were ripped and blood seeped from a few flesh wounds.
"It's not that bad, Ilia, really." Him, Myra, and Ilia had all been childhood friends back in Therbe Village, so he knew that Ilia was the overbearing type. He knew that reassurances and downplaying would do nothing, and was therefore expecting her to reach right for her bag and start mixing herbs to treat his injuries, which she did. The skill was unmistakable, as her hands worked deftly and nimbly with all manner of leaves and petals that nobody else could keep straight.
Nobody except Mui, that is. He could instantly identify every ingredient that went into her mixture, knew the purpose of each, and could therefore piece together the potion she was concocting. Though, granted, it was a very basic recipe. Still, something about it seemed off. "How much s-solution are you using with that?"
"Hm?" She paused in the middle of her measuring, with an unopened bottle of clear viscous liquid in her right hand. "About 100 milliliters. Is there something wrong?"
Upon being questioned back, Mui yelped and jumped back, hiding his face behind his wings again. "N-n-no, it's nothing! J-j-just ignore m-me!" Eventually, though, he did shift his arms around, until one of his eyes could peek through a gap. "I-it's just...you should be using m-more than that."
"What? But using more solution would dilute it too much to be very effective."
Again, Mui recoiled. "N-n-no, y-you're right! B-but, if you add another three grams of medicinal flower and two g-grams of dragon grass leaf in addition to 350 milliliters of s-solution-"
"-it would create a larger mixture of potion while still maintaining a proper ratio of ingredients, keeping the extra thinning of higher quantities of solution in mind!" She had never heard this theory before, but just as it was being explained to her, it was like she had known it all along, suddenly appearing in her mind. Without any further instruction, she began making the potion Mui had described, like she was a master that had made this concoction hundreds of times. And, within a matter of seconds, the potion was complete. "Wow... With this much, I could treat all of you at once!" She didn't wait for permission before pouring some of the mixture into her open palm and spreading it over Yusuke's wounds, in a very "hands-on" way. "Yusuke, is this how you learned from Thorwad?"
"Yes. It's a strange sensation, isn't it?"
"No, I quite enjoy it! Mui's legacy and technique can live on through me!" Now finished with doctoring Yusuke, Ilia looked back at the featherfolk and smiled. "Thank you very much, Mui!"
A second passed, but eventually, the compliment softened Mui's guard. He slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his wings, exposing his face in its entirety. Though his eyes continued to dart around nervously, he looked a bit more comfortable, even if he was certainly still fidgeting and skittish. It was a small step, but the mere fact that the step was made warmed Ilia's heart. You'll get there, Mui.
With Yusuke taken care of, and plenty of potion to spare, she moved to treat Myra next, slowly pouring more of the medicine into her hand so as not to spill it over her cupped palm and curled fingers. It was the sight of that trickling liquid so close to her eyes, coupled with the cold fluid against her bare skin, that reminded her of something. Mmph... That's right... It had been quite some time since Ilia had used the restroom, she recalled.
She couldn't be blamed for letting that natural need slip her mind; a lot had happened to her recently. Her uncle was the man leading the Vermillion Axe and summoning the Teras Pharma, the town she had called home for so much of her life was brought to ruin as a result, many of the people she had known were injured in the attack, and the grief at not having the means to help them was the reason they had traveled a century into the past, a concept that seemed impossible before she experienced it herself. Wow, when I put it all in order, it really has been a long time. Far too long...
Thanks to her ankle-length dress, she had the freedom to covertly cross her legs as she treated Myra, squeezing her thighs high up to keep her girlhood clenched shut. It did take the sharpest of the edge off, but not much more than that. She still felt that telltale strain thanks to the taut, hard bump on her stomach, the kind of discomfort she would normally be scurrying to "dispose of".
Ilia had done a lot of traveling throughout her life, particularly the road between her home in Schradt and her training and friends in Therbe. She never made the trek alone, and no amount of "just in case" before departing or careful rationing of water on the walk could keep her empty the entire hike. As a result, she had naturally grown to be more accepting of not only the eventual need to urinate outdoors, but how to let her companions know she was doing so. She just used indirect language. As an herbalist always gathering materials, it was totally possible she really was wandering off to pick flowers. Surely they've never figured it out.
But things weren't so simple this time, for several reasons. There was always the concern of monsters attacking while she was alone, but that was prior to the Teras Pharma appearing; it was worth being cautious about back then, but not a likely occurrence. Even without Teras Pharma here, she knew there were plenty more fang rabbits, it was dangerous to separate from the group. Especially with how far she'd have to go if she wanted her pee to be private, because there really wasn't much cover in an open plain. She'd need to stroll halfway across the field to hide, and if her only excuse was "I saw some herbs I want to collect", it would stretch credibility that she could see them from such a distance.
It wasn't that hard for Ilia to convince herself to just hold off for the time being. She recognized it was a necessity, gotten good at doing it cleanly, but she couldn't say she was a fan of squatting. With her dress, it was just tedious to get all that out of the way, with a constant worry that it would slip at some point, right into harm's way. It would be nice if I could learn to pee standing. Why does that have to strictly be a guy thing? It would at least prevent her dropping her rear in a bed of poisonous plants again.
So, if she didn't want to do her business around here, she really just had to wait. Once Lucille Plain was cleared of danger, its soil sown with seeds, they would return to their present time, and she'd figure out something then, when she was in more familiar territory. Though, judging by the severity of the sensation below her stomach, she wouldn't be making it anywhere civilized in her time. Just the feeling of being in the world she knew was a promising proposition, one where she knew what would be dangerous to wipe with. Mui just needed to get his seeds in the ground, and she could return to that world.
Speaking of which, Mui hadn't moved at all. The fang rabbits in this area had been disposed of, everyone was fixed up from the battle, yet he remained still. Ilia's bladder panged at the sight, the thought that her release had been delayed as a result. "Um, Mui, sweetie? You can start planting your seeds."
Nobody had moved any time recently, yet somehow, it seemed the featherfolk had forgotten they were all there. What else could explain how suddenly he jolted, crying as his scrawny wings fluttered in a futile attempt to pull his child-sized body to escape. It was only when he crashed back down and saw everybody looking funny at him that he came to his senses. "A-ah! R-right! I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Hopping over to a nearby patch of fresh dirt, the featherfolk reached into his bag to grab his seeds. Something that seemed to take him a while. He should have everything organized in there, what's happening? Eventually, he did pull out a pawful of small pebbles and, bending his reverse-facing knees, he crouched close enough to the ground to reach out and began scratching some trenches into the earth with his seldom-used claws.
"A...a...a...AAAAWWWWWWWW!!!" With his little back hunched just so, working in the dirt, he looked like a little kid making sandcastles on the beach. Somehow, he had done it, and exceeded his cuteness limit in Ilia's eyes. Her body was soon overflowing with an urge to run up and squeeze him tight, thereby interrupting his sowing. It was only that thought that kept her from acting; the thought that Mui possibly wouldn't enjoy it never crossed her mind.
Actually, something else did make her think twice about it: the glee caused her concentration to slip, and that had a very evident negative consequence. "Ah!" With her focus all in another place, her heavy bladder jumped at the chance to expel some of its mass and ease its burden. While it was a quick run, Ilia caught wise almost as soon as it began, and it was thanks to this swift response that she only had a small squirt of scorching urine squeeze out and soak into her underwear. Which, of course, came paired with the searing pain induced by pee stuck in her urethra, unable to go back and unable to leak out.
But that didn't mean it wasn't going to try. In fact, it probably would have succeeded, were it not for Ilia's quick thinking. Faster than anything the Blue Flash sword style could muster, her hands flew straight to her crotch to hold on and clutch her hole shut. Of course, with her large bag acting as a wall against her swimsuit area, above a leather half-apron to protect her legs from the pack's shifting friction, the easiest way to accomplish this task was to throw her hands into the bag and grab herself through it. Naturally, her iron grip was dramatically dampened by its force needing to retain through thick canvas, the skirt of her dress, and her panties just to top it off. It meant only about half her strength actually reached her crotch, but with her thighs cradling her wrists and pushing them further in, it was enough. "Ahh..."
"Uh, Ilia... What are you doing?" Problem was, she wasn't alone. Even if they couldn't see her hands, they saw her shove them down there and tense up, something that was sure to raise a few questions. Hence, why Myra was probing her, and why Yusuke and Ducas were looking at her funny.
Yet again, Ilia had to act quickly. Not just for fear of being found out, but her friends staring at her while her twitching hands were the only thing keeping her dress dry was...embarrassing. "Oh, I'm just...organizing! Yeah, there's so many different herbs in here, it's important to always keep them in individual pockets!" Technically, it wasn't a lie, it just wasn't what she was doing at the moment. Still, she could make them believe it, with a couple flicks of the wrist and an unfocused stare into the dark contents of her pouch. It did mean she couldn't properly hold herself anymore, but it did seem to gradually convince everyone that nothing was amiss with Ilia. And once they had turned their attention to other matters, she could go right back to it.
"O-okay, t-the seeds are p-planted," Mui quietly stammered, slowly pushing himself up. "C-c-can we m-move on n-now? I-I m-mean, only i-if you're all o-okay with it!"
"Of course, if that's what you want, we'll hurry!" Not that she wouldn't have agreed with Mui regardless, he was too cute to ever argue with, but she did have an ulterior motive to support his request. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we return to our own time, and I can do my business then. The group got moving to the next herd of fang rabbits, and despite the uncomfortable heat and pressure welling up in her abdomen, a rising confidence reached her head instead. Yes, I'll make it.
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No, I won't make it! The majority of the vicious fang rabbits had been slain, and many of their nesting grounds now hosted many herb seeds, Mui should have been relieved that this scary ordeal was nearly over. But how could he be, when he so badly needed relief of a different kind? Until his poor little bladder, now stretched far past any normal size, was given the chance to drain its fluids, he would never feel relaxed.
Mui had been holding his pee this entire time, and it had only gotten worse the longer he put it off. He had no choice but to put it off indefinitely; with everybody around, there was no chance his shyness would allow any release. Thankfully, he didn't need to exert himself with anything more taxing than squatting close to the ground and tilling, but even that limited movement was testing his patience. Every time he tried to do something more demanding than standing still and thinking dry thoughts, he would be swiftly struck with a punishing blast of fiery pain from the large bulge on his tummy, and each time, he thought that would be the end, only held back by some discrete holding from his shaking paws.
By this point, the desperation had been going on for so long, Mui had forgotten what it felt like to not have to pee. But even so, he wanted to reclaim that sensation, or lack of sensation, so badly, it consumed his every thought. Every time he closed his eyes to blink, he could so clearly visualize him yanking his little guy out and spraying the ground in front of him. It was a short flash, yet every time, he inched closer to making it happen. Just without the first step. Put simply, he was extremely grateful that his large medicine pack covered most of his pants from the front. If not, the collective results of his many dribbles would be plainly obvious for all to see.
Even still, he kept up the hard work. Whenever asked, he would obediently plant the herb seeds, as hesitant as he was to get low to the ground. Any sort of bending forward did put an unnecessary squeeze on his ballooned bladder, where each time felt like the last before it would pop. It wasn't unreasonable to think so; with the damp drip on the tip of his member at all times, though not always the same one, it really felt like a falling feather could spell the difference between wet and flooded pants.
Mmph...nngh...ah... Deserts, deserts, clear skies, no rain, no water... We're almost done... You can do this, Mui, it's just a little more... Just these seeds, and they'll leave... Every second, his brain was running wild with self-assurance that he was strong enough to last, though even he doubted his own words. He knew, better than anyone, how frail he was for a legendary hero. He couldn't hold as long as others could, and given that his tummy already felt like exploding out in a wet inferno, he could consider himself on a tight timer.
Wah! A tight timer, an hourglass that had just dropped its last sand. Once more, a quick spurt passed through his urethra, something he had sadly gotten pretty used to. It's not like it would dampen his pants even further. But this time, something was terrifyingly new: the drops from his tip afterwards. While it wasn't unusual for some bits of pee to not come out as strongly and drip out afterwards, it was only a few before. This time, the drops kept coming in regular intervals, sliding from the end of his flaccid shaft, down his leg.
No, it's...it's too late! I can't hold it! He froze, at possibly the worst time, with a pawful of seeds still in his grasp. A few of them did inadvertently shower onto the ground as he began trembling, but for the most part, he was totally still. No matter how much his mind screamed for him to act, get up and do something to not wet himself, his body just wouldn't respond. Aside from loosening the shoestring hold he had over his bladder, of course. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground as he watched, seeing the tiny sphere of liquid splash in the soil, probably the worst sight he could be subjected to right now.
But he had witnessed it, meaning only two options laid before him: either wet himself, or... "I-I-I-I'll be r-r-right b-back!" With adrenaline as the wind beneath his wings, Mui jumped up and took off, running so fast his legs burned, before anybody could process what he could be doing. After all, he was just about done with the last pinch of seeds they needed planted, and he just went running off out of nowhere. Of course Ilia was concerned, but everyone else worried as well, looking between each other in case someone had an explanation.
If they were able to see the featherfolk once he had escaped, his motive would have been obvious. Now that he was far enough away from everyone else to be out of focus, facing away from the rest, he had the freedom to hold himself. Something he did without delay, slamming his large paws against his crotch. He was in such a hurry to do so, he didn't even put them inside his bag, instead opting to crush the pack's contents by pressing against the front with all his strength. Which, truthfully, wasn't much to write home about. Between the full thickness of the bag, its contents, and the leather waist-apron beneath, not too much of the pressure made it through. It wouldn't work as a dam for very long, he had very little time to figure this out.
That time would have to be shared, with not just how he should pee, but where he could pee, which was looking to be the harder obstacle to overcome. The plains were so flat and open, with almost nothing to see besides the expanse of short grass. He couldn't just turn away from everybody and use his bottle of solution, even if he dumped the remaining liquid out first, or the residual ammonia from his urine could wreak havoc on future medicines. There was the Era Tree everyone came through, but it was way on the other side of the field; even if he made it over there, he'd wet himself before getting his pants down. Not to mention the other concerns that came with that idea. If I did it on an Era T-Tree, would my p-pee go to the future? Oh, I'd die of embarrassment if anybody saw that! A-anything else, please!
He said "anything else", but when he only had one realistic location, he hesitated. The Lucille Plain was made up of two levels, bridged by a ramp that extended outwards, down into the lower level. On this ground floor, he could go in the corner between the opposite end of the ramp and wall, and be hidden from the rest of his party. But the ramp that would shield him from prying eyes wasn't especially tall, being only slightly taller than himself. So, should someone get closer, especially from above, they would see plenty. And it was also just a corner, meaning he had no protection from the other two sides. Mui wasn't sure he could even let go when someone might see; whenever he used the little boy's room, he waited until he had the place to himself if he could. And if he couldn't, it took a little work to get started and he still felt awkward about the whole thing.
The important thing he needed to keep in mind was that privacy was his goal when he had a choice in the matter. Currently, he did not. He needed to compromise on what he was comfortable with, or he'd have to go back home with drenched pants, a bit of a long flight. "I-it's good enough!" Holding his crotch like he wanted to crush stones with that grip, he bolted for the corner, leaving a trail of pee dribbles with each step as it trickled down his leg.
While it could have been done faster, he would have much preferred it be done faster, Mui did at long last reach the corner he had his eye on. In fact, he was so fast, he very nearly collided with the rock wall as he slid to a stop, mere inches away. Yet, even now, he could hardly be described as "still", given his continued reliance on stepping in place in addition to crotch-grabbing. He wiggled his hips, shaking larger pools of urine free from his pants in tiny showers, all frequently punctuated with small squeaks and moans.
He was here, the featherfolk knew time was of the essence, he needed to get going here. Of course, even though he was a boy, it wasn't as simple as just whipping it out. He first needed to take care of his herb pouch, the one currently being jammed into his groin area. Ordinarily, he would undo the belt buckle behind his back and take the pack off, a bit of a delicate task in the best of circumstances thanks to his meaty paws. And with those paws trembling, slipping the clasp out of its hole to undo the lock would take way too long, if he even could. The simpler solution was to just spin the bag and its belt around his waist until it was no longer in the way.
It was simpler by virtue of comparison, it still wasn't effortless. He wore the belt fairly tightly, to prevent the weighty pouch attached from falling to his ankles, or worse, taking his pants with them. And yes, he was very much feeling the tightness of his belt at the moment. Bottom line, it would take some force to rotate the bag, something he wouldn't be able to manage while it competed with the friction from pressing against his body.
I have to take my p-paws out of there... Just...t-take them out, and...hold it for a t-tiny bit... His body had gotten too used to the little bit of reprieve holding his boyhood provided, the mere prospect of taking that away was just something he really couldn't endure. No, I just know it! I'll p-pee myself if I take them out! But, I'll h-have an accident for sure if I can't get my pants off r-really soon...
Fine, I'll do it! With a surge of resolve, backed by a surge of urine down and out of his peehole, Mui did what he had to do and pulled his paws out. Naturally, the loss of the necessary measure meant immediate squirting from his twitching member, but he was now on too much of a mission to notice. He grabbed the sides of his bag without delay, pushing to the left, tensing his strained body until the entire leather loop began to rotate around his waist. It did twist his pant legs in conjunction, but his own shivering legs kept them from significantly shifting. Before long, the pack was at his side, and the front of his pants were totally exposed. The whole thing was accompanied with many squeals and grunts, as was to be expected. "Ah oh ah mmgh..."
Being in the light, Mui was now able to truly assess the damage to his pants. Even with the leather apron around him as well, there was a slit in the front specifically for tinkling, allowing him full view at his partial accident. Though his trousers were dark green, the wet patch was still plenty visible. Not just because of the color difference, or the reflective shine, but the sheer size made it impossible to miss. It wasn't just a little spot on his crotch, it spread nearly the full width of his hips and went down to his knees. If he saw anyone else with pants as wet as his, he would unquestioningly assume they had had totally flooded themselves. Yet here he was, still with enough pee inside him to bring him to bursting.
He wasn't thinking about any of that. With the front of his pants freed, his only thought was baring more, as he threw his paws around the front waistband and shoved down. He held back a little; given that he only needed to pee, there was no reason to totally drop trou to his ankles. No, he just needed to get it low enough to free his private parts, tucked under his balls hanging in the open, sitting below his limp penis. Despite being a different species, one covered in feathers, male featherfolk junk looked nearly indistinguishable from the human equivalent, just as smooth with its bare skin, though it shared color with Mui's white-gold body. And the smaller frame of featherfolk was shared down below. At least everything aside from the tip remained dry, thanks to loose pants not having to press their soaked fabric up against the little guy.
The time had come, at long last. He placed a paw on his shaft, positively dwarfing the small member with his giant mitt; if he angled the paw correctly, he could completely conceal the proof he was a boy from that side. It wouldn't do Mui specifically much good, he would be too nervous to go with anyone so close, whether they could see anything or not, but it gave him some small modicum of comfort. So, bending his paw inwards, gripping his penis in the curve of the pad in the center of his palm, he was aimed and steady. Mui was good to go.
So he did. Honestly, even if things weren't so clean and open, he probably would have begun his business now. His bladder could only wait so long, after all; he was just fortunate that he had held out barely long enough. Now a powerful spray of mostly clear, off-yellow liquid gushed out, actually not far off from his own body's color, with a roaring hiss as the geyser shot past the folds of his foreskin, many droplets splitting off and careening on solo flights to the ground. Most stayed in the central hose, only breaking up as it collided with the craggy corner he was marking as his territory, cascading between the cracks like a waterfall, building into a puddle in the grass.
"Haaaahhhh..." Despite the sizable quantity of water weight being expelled, Mui felt heavy. A tingly sensation rushed through his body, leaving waves of goosebumps at the stems of his feathers, as it felt like all the blood rushed to his head. His vision began to blur slightly, dizziness filled his eyes, and he began to droop forward. It wasn't far before he hit his head on the jagged wall, and it was almost immediately afterwards that he reeled back. "Ow!" He only just resisted stepping back instinctually, which was for the best when considering how much of a mess that could have made.
Though maybe he should have retreated somewhat, given what he saw as his gaze drifted downwards. The gushing pee was still raging just as forceful, and with such a fast, thick, solid stream hitting an uneven rock wall in such close proximity, the impact created a wide splatter of backsplash, a warm mist all over his pants and apron. And that wasn't all the piddle coming back to him; as the falls continued and created a cloudy golden pond between the blades of grass, it expanded larger and larger until it surrounded and warmed his bare feet. "U-ugh...gross..." Yet he had little choice but to bear with it until he was done.
Honestly, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Early on, when he had first left Gugleion for the greater world, the concept of taking a tinkle in a more exposed way was a tough hurdle for him to overcome, but he did eventually become more accustomed to the act of public urination when he needed to. So long as he had complete privacy as he did it, he could enjoy the moment, with the euphoric pleasure as the steaming hot pee was released from his hours-long agonizing ordeal. "Phew...aahhh..." Finally, he released a sigh, breath he had been holding in for a while as well, and relaxed as his little splishes echoed in his ears.
...FFFSshhhhhhhh...
Mui's heart nearly stopped, and that breath he had exhaled a moment ago immediately became stuck in his chest again. T-t-that isn't m-me! T-t-there's s-someone else h-here! He froze up, and couldn't move a muscle, limbs shaking and pupils quivering. W-w-who i-is it?! W-w-w-what w-will they d-d-do t-to m-m-me?! I-it's a s-snake, a g-g-giant hissing s-snake that's g-gonna eat m-me! I-I know it! He knew he needed to look, see what intruded on his bubble, but it was so hard to work up the courage to look that danger in the eye. It was a stiff turn of the head, but he did it eventually, sweat dripping off his cheeks. If he wasn't careful, he'd get dehydrated, with all the bodily fluids he was losing.
As he was just barely able to catch a glimpse behind him from the corner of his eye, he realized something: they weren't exactly intruding, per se. In fact, she was still and keeping her distance, the "she" being Ilia, who had somehow snuck behind the paranoid featherfolk. She was sticking a comfortable gap from him, and not in any position to suddenly jump in. She couldn't, squatting with her legs in front of her and butt so close to the ground, with her bag and apron sitting in a pile to her left, her ankle-length dress pulled way up to her waist, and something small and pink stretched between her spread knees that Mui didn't recognize. Maybe those were that "underwear" thing he had heard humans wore.
He wasn't thinking about any of that, because he saw way more than just some undergarments. The source of the noise that alerted Mui in the first place, the reason Ilia was squatting out here, was because she was doing the same thing he was: peeing. She was baring it all to allow a messy gold-tinted stream to gush from her privates, rapidly creating a puddle where it landed. And while it was hidden in some shadows, at a significant height difference, obscured by distance and the fountain it had become... Yes, Mui could see some of her gentials.
"W-wah!" It didn't take the featherfolk long to process what his eyes were witnessing, something he moved to rectify as soon as muscle reaction time caught up with his brain. Quick as a hawk, he went straight back to looking to his front, the exact opposite direction of Ilia, and doing it so fast his head might have spun back around if it weren't attached. I-I-I can't l-look, s-she needs p-p-privacy... B-but what's she d-doing here?! S-s-she's a g-girl, and b-boys and g-g-girls are supposed to u-use the bathroom s-separately! Ah, I-I can't let her s-s-see it! He clamped both paws around his penis, until not even he could see the shaft, only letting the tip breathe so it could continue painting the wall a nice yellow.
In fact, that needed to stop. It was inappropriate for him to do his business with someone else around, especially a girl, he had to cut it off now. "I-I'm s-sorry, I'll l-leave!" I-I need to g-get out, quick! Hhngh! He closed his eyes and tensed, with the intent of screwing the cap back on his spilling bottle, at least until Ilia had finished up and gone away. The issue he soon encountered, unfortunately, was that he was peeing very hard, and his little body did not want to deny him the relief he had started. The stream sputtered only thanks to his incredible shyness, the towering barrier that begged to keep his private time private, quieting his urination for brief periods between the raging torrent he had maintained up until now. And finally, his number one landed lower on the wall, then down near his feet, and dribbled to a reluctant halt, with his boyhood limping down with nothing careening through...for about two seconds, when it jumped back to life with a roaring shower, and any further attempts to dry this rain resulted in absolutely no change. "I-I-I'm so sorry, I c-can't stop!"
"Aw, it's okay, Mui," Ilia comforted, her voice echoing from her distance in the open and mostly-empty field. "You needed to go potty really badly, there's nothing wrong with that. Honestly, I'm in much the same place. You ran off so suddenly, I came to check on you, and when I saw what you were doing... Well, I'm sure you understand."
"B-b-but why are you d-doing it here? I-it's kind of m-making me uncomfortable...j-just a bit..."
"Oh, I'm sorry! I promise I can't see anything! But it's as I said, I was in a bit of a tight spot myself. I had been holding it for so long, since before we arrived, and I was beginning to worry about my chances of making it until we were all done. Seeing you watering the plants was more than I could take." True, Mui could hear quite the splashing from Ilia's direction; were it not for the volume difference as a result of proximity, she and him would likely be equally as violent. "Again, I'm really sorry! I'm sure this is awkward for you."
Yes, it was awkward. It was very awkward. Once neither was talking, the only sounds were the hissing, splashing, and trickling as the two continued peeing, and peeing, and peeing away, with sighs and moans of relief in response, all of which came from Ilia. Mui, on the other paw, was keeping totally silent, like he was terrified of alerting a predator if even the slightest squeak passed his lips. Tiny grunts reverberated inside his closed mouth every so often, but his mouth would not open. He just wanted this to end, for his bladder to empty, when he could put this whole nightmare behind him. Of course, now that he was nervous, time seemed to come to a crawl, with the heavy pit at the bottom of his stomach and the tingling at the base of his shaft reverberating throughout his fluffy figure.
Not only did he have nothing to occupy himself, but he actively wanted to not concentrate on what he was doing. The more he did, the more he thought about how someone was watching him pee, and that realization was making him panic. His breathing accelerated sharply, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he began to feel lightheaded once more. His only escape would be to turn his attention elsewhere. But if he looked out to the empty plains, not only would he be jumping at every shadow, the anticipation of someone wandering into view and finding him would overwhelm him, and he'd probably pass out.
That left him but one option: to turn around and look around Ilia. It seemed strange to purposefully remind himself that he wasn't alone, when that was the source of his anxiety, but there was a reason for it. He barely knew Ilia, he had no idea what she could do if left alone, he'd feel a lot better if he could confirm for himself that she was harmless and keeping back. So that's what he did, even twisting his waist more to the side so he could see with more than just the edge of his vision. He was very careful to keep his boy parts out of this.
And as his head arced to view behind his back, Mui was relieved to see that he still had his space. Ilia seemed to have no intention of moving for the time being. No, she was far too absorbed in her answering of nature's call, judging from the relaxed look on her face, with her closed eyes, curved smile, and slightly parted lips, blissfully absorbed in her squat. Girls p-pee like that? That looks uncomfortable... Does she know there are other ways? The article of clothing Mui assumed to be her underwear had a visible dark stain in the center, paraded out for him to see stretched between her knees, the cause of which was all too well known to the little featherfolk. She must have had to g-go almost as much as I d-did.
He didn't mean to, really, but looking around that area meant seeing something far more protected than just some wet panties. The gushing geyser had to come from somewhere, and that stream being the only motion on her besides some chest heaving caused by breathing, Mui's eyes were drawn to the spot. I-is that what all girls look like d-down there? W-where is the pee c-coming from? Despite his small size by human standards, Mui was an adult male featherfolk, yet he was so shy, he had never seen a woman without her clothes. He had heard vague descriptors, and certain natural urges would occasionally force him to use his imagination, but the real thing ended up being different from what he had pictured. It's just a p-pink hole, like a knot in a tree, but k-kind of opening like a flower? It's kind of hard to t-tell... B-but I thought humans were supposed to be m-mostly hairless!
"Hm? Mui, what are you looking at?"
Ah, I was staring! A quick glance upwards confirmed that, yes, Ilia had opened her eyes, and was looking at him with an inquisitive expression. Mui's heart stopped; he knew that watching a girl like this was one of the worst things someone could do. He would hate it if someone was looking at his private parts, yet he had turned around and subjected someone else to that invasion. "I-I-I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean t-to!" His voice cracked towards the end thanks to the lump that appeared in his throat, and he immediately went back to looking to his front, not just to be polite, but so Ilia couldn't see him start crying. "Uguh...kuh..." She's going to hate me, I'm s-sure of it. W-what if she tells the people of the f-future that I'm a bad person? Thorwad is g-going to have his name dragged through the mud for being nice to me. I-I'm going to-
"Aw, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it." It sounded to him like there was a strange emphasis on the word "you", but Mui couldn't make heads or tailfeathers about why that would be the case. "You were just a little curious, weren't you?"
"N-no, I wasn't r-really looking at anything! I-I just happened to see, and u-um..." Despite the words of assurance, Mui didn't believe that Ilia wasn't angry with him. She'd change her tone any moment now and berate his perverted behavior, he just knew it. He just needed to confirm that, the only way he could: turning back to look. A habit he really needed to break if he were to find himself in this spot again. Actually, with an irresistible urge to look at someone whenever things got uncomfortable, Mui could make a strong case that he really didn't mean to be inappropriate.
He really didn't mean to look at anything naughty this time, at least. He did see the goods again, still with pee flowing freely, though he wasn't watching for more than a second. He was far more concerned with her face at the moment, an anxious tension rising up his body as his eyes met hers. His were darting around, the look of a bird scared out of his mind, and hers were...kind, gentle, inviting. There wasn't a shred of displeasure in those eyes. If anything, that made Mui freak out even more, awaiting the turn. But it never happened. No matter the seconds that flew by, her mood didn't change, and that caught the cautious featherfolk more off-guard than anything. "Y-you're...really not m-mad at me?"
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with having a healthy curiosity, Mui. That's how herbalists concoct new recipes. You just need to know boundaries, of course. Be careful about how you act next time."
"N-next time?! I-is this g-going to happen again?! No, please t-tell me I n-never have t-to g-g-go through t-this humiliation again!" With tears rolling down his cheeks, Mui went right back to looking forward, just hoping this mortifying experience would end soon.
And it did...for Ilia. The hissing from her slit soon eased up, indicative of her pee stream slowing, becoming less scattered as it shot out from her, giving the foamy puddle she had made, now unable to soak into the dirt any further, a path closer to her low-to-the-ground bottom. More dribbles didn't have the strength to make it out and instead remained stuck to her folds, the limited force it retained allowing them to slither to the areas around, whether that be onto her butt cheeks, the top of her thighs, or into her thick patches of hair. It was a messy end, as it usually was when she did this kind of thing outdoors.
Thankfully, since this was a normal occurrence, she was prepared. Leaning to the side, reaching into her bag, she dug around with her fingers until she found what she sought: a small, white cloth, which she folded over her palm and began wiping herself dry, doing a very thorough job of it. She made a few general passes around her sensitive area and a surrounding circle, followed by more detailed swabbing with the cloth draped around her finger. Between the lips of her ladyhood, a soft dab against the still-dripping hole that had ejected all her urine, and that got her dry enough to be comfortable. At least, until she pulled her panties back into place as she stood up, feeling the wet stain against her bits for the first time since she got undressed. And the pee soaked into her underwear had cooled off in the time she was doing her business. "Mngh... I'll have to wash my panties out too." Dropping her dress, she picked up her protective skirt and pouch, putting the wet rag back into the latter, and began refastening everything around her waist. "Phew... Ah, it's much better to have that over with, isn't it?"
She'd be waiting for an informed agreement, because Mui wasn't done yet. It had calmed down, no longer the forceful torrent it once was, but it didn't look to be on the verge of ending. Ilia had started after him, finished before him, and was significantly bigger than him. The fact that the little featherfolk was beating her out in terms of bladder fullness, even when he was filled to bursting and she was merely very desperate, that was stunning. At least, Ilia was astonished. "Wow... Mui, you really needed to tinkle, didn't you?"
"N-no! D-d-don't look at m-me," he wailed, trying once more to force his remaining pool of pee to flood out, failing this time as well. He had been spraying for so long, he was just too tired. He couldn't work up the energy to go any harder, he just needed to let nature run its course. At least nature decided to have mercy on him this once, because his bladder finally showed signs of emptying, as his stream could no longer reach the wall he had been "doing" on this whole time. Granted, this was partially due to his limp penis hanging close to his legs, moreso pointed down rather than out, but the splattering sound was less intense. Every once in a while, it would flare up with another powerful splash, but it wasn't long before he totally stopped, no matter how long he waited, with only droplets leaving his foreskin.
He didn't even wait for those dribbles to stop, nor did he do any shaking of his shaft to thrust off any wetness before shoving Mui Jr. straight back into his pants. I just want this s-stupid thing out of sight! And I guess it doesn't matter if i-it's still wet... Why did I even b-bother taking it out if I was g-gonna wet myself so badly? Yes, he washed the stone wall pretty good, and left a massive puddle around his tiny feet, but his pants really did look like he had a huge accident. It was mostly hidden when he rotated his leather apron and medicine bag back to his front, but that thick apron pressed his drenched pants close to his groin. Not touching, but near enough to feel the cool aura on his private parts, shrinking back to keep away.
She had given him a moment to compose himself, and once that was done, Ilia rephrased her earlier question. "Are you all better now, Mui? I'm amazed a little guy like you could hold that much piddle." The content of her inquiry and remark were nearly identical to the last time she attempted to talk with the featherfolk, but the tone she took had an entirely different sound. Before, it sounded like she was just making conversation, backed by a real interest in Mui, but now she sounded concerned. And if there was any doubt that was her intent, the next words from her lips confirmed it. "You know, it's really dangerous to hold your pee that long. Let your friends know if you need to use the potty from now on, okay?"
No! I-I don't want anything like this to ever h-happen again! I'd be happy if I n-never needed to go to the b-bathroom for the rest of m-my life! N-nobody needs to know that I ever g-go number one! I-I don't want anyone s-seeing anything about this! But...but I'm no better... Even if the guilt from his inadvertent viewing continued to eat away at his conscience, the image would never leave his memory: he would always remember seeing Ilia's unmentionables. "Um... I-I'm really, r-really sorry..."
"For what? Oh, for peeking? I mean it, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. There's no need to beat yourself up over that."
"B-b-but...but you're not supposed to w-watch someone g-go to the bathroom!"
"Well... Yes, that's true, it's a good rule to have. However, if the person in question isn't mad about it, you don't need to feel guilty."
"But everyone would be mad! They should be! Nobody should ever be looking at my parts...or anyone else's!"
It wasn't that she found Mui's violent reaction to the topic to be impossible to understand, she could empathize with the view, but that little slip of the featherfolk tongue was the final piece being put into place. "Oh, I see now..." She thought it over for a moment, when a new idea lit up in her mind. "Hey Mui, do you mind if I come closer?"
That wasn't something he was expecting to hear. So ashamed of his actions, Mui had just kept staring at the wall, never once looking at Ilia. He had no inkling as to what she could be planning, especially when the request was so out of character for her. She's...asking if I'm o-okay with it? Not just j-jumping at me? "U-um...um, o-okay..."
It was almost instantly after he agreed that he felt arms wrap around his tummy, in yet another hug from Ilia. Again, his heart skipped a beat from the physical contact, and he really wished he had seen it coming to brace himself for it. Except this time, it wasn't the tight, forceful squeeze she had been giving him up to now. It was soft, gentle, loose, and as she rested her cheek on the top of Mui's fluffy head, her embrace felt familiar. Like this was the kind of hug he would have gotten from his mom when he ran home crying, which he did a lot.
Of course, given the sizable height difference between the two, leaning against him was not a simple act for Ilia. She had to drop to one knee to be only a head taller than the featherfolk, and with both arms used in the hug, she had little choice but to let the hem of her dress sit in Mui's pee puddle. She did take one hand away from his stomach, but it was to delicately stroke his head as she melodically whispered in his ear. "You don't have to be so shy about your needs, Mui. There's no reason to hold it until it hurts."
He tried to resist, stay manly, but the feeling of this close contact broke Mui's second dam. His cheeks were already damp from earlier sniffles, but now, the tears flowed and just would not stop. "Waaaaaahhhhh! B-b-but...uguh, but then they'd all g-g-get annoyed with how m-much I have to pee! I c-can't w-w-wait long enough!"
"So you kept holding it over and over when you were with everyone stopping the Teras Pharma?" Mui nodded, inadvertently bringing Ilia's head along for the ride. It threw her off-balance for a second, but she swiftly recovered, and returned to contemplating Mui's words. "That explains how big your bladder is now, I suppose. But even ignoring that I'm sure you could compare to your friends now, do you really think they would think less of you for that? Rolf seemed nice, would he be that mean to you?"
"Um, no... B-but it's not j-just that, you know... T-they all seem okay w-with just p-peeing right next to each other, a-and I j-just c-can't do that!"
"You can't get a little privacy?"
"I-I can, it's just...r-really awkward to ask. A-and I get a little s-scared if I go by m-myself out in the w-wilderness... I-I mean, I'll do if I really r-really have to, but I don't l-like it..."
"Would you feel better if you had someone to stand guard? Watch out for danger while staying a good distance away, so you can do your business?"
Of course I've thought of that, it's j-just... "I-I don't want to bother anyone... They don't h-have to ask for my help, s-so I shouldn't-"
"Oh, that's not true," Ilia interrupted, nuzzling her cheek against the silky feathers on his head. "Friends do favors for one another. Just because you're a little different doesn't mean you're not allowed to ask for their help. I'd be glad to do that for you any time you needed it!"
D-doesn't she have to go b-back to her time? Ducking down, Mui escaped Ilia's grip and finally turned to face her, though he did so while backing up against the wall, looking down, shuffling his feet with his wings behind his back. "U-um... O-okay, I'll t-try asking... B-but I'd really rather another b-boy do it..."
"Of course," she nodded. "Whatever makes you the most comfortable, Mui. That's the most important thing." Raising her hand with an extended index finger, she poked the featherfolk's little button nose, which caused him to reel back, bump the back of his head on the tiny cliff wall, and cover his nose with his paws. And it was just too cute for Ilia for handle, she giggled and smiled, happy as could be. "You're a good boy, aren't you? I know you're brave enough to ask."
"Uguh... Y-you really think so?" Admittedly, he didn't look the part right now, with his eyes puffy from crying, and mucus sliding from his nostrils. Still very cute in Ilia's eyes, but not the shining image of strength.
But that was nothing a little cleanup couldn't fix, and she had a cloth for just that purpose. "Oh, but I guess I just used mine. Hm... Do you have a handkerchief I can use for a second, Mui?"
"Y-yes, I have onEYAH!" Since he was currently using his wings to wipe his face, Ilia took the liberty of reaching into his bag for him, digging for his cloth square. And she reached a bit too far in to start, bumping the back of her hand against the far wall of the pouch, where she brushed against a little bulge. His natural reaction was to yelp, reflexively knock her hand away, and covered his groin with both paws. "P-please b-be careful if you're g-going to do that!"
"Sorry, sorry," Ilia chuckled, clearly not shaken by the close contact. "Oh, but look what I found!" By pure dumb luck, the last thing she grabbed onto before being pushed away was a small white handkerchief. "Now come here." She cupped her hand around his cheek and wiped him down with the cloth, vigorous scrubbing to really get in between his feathers.
There was only so much one little napkin could do, but she got him looking better. "There! Oh, you look so handsome! Now, we should really get back to everyone else. You still have a little seed planting to do, don't you?" Ilia slowly climbed to her feet, returning the handkerchief back to Mui, as she took the lead back around the ramp that had concealed them. However, she turned back after only a few steps away. "Don't worry, I'll come up with an excuse for what we were doing." And with a little wink, she went right back to her return to the greater party.
Only one thing could hold her back her now. Mui, pursing his lips, started to blow air in a rhythmic, melodic sequence. It wasn't particularly loud, but with the two herbalists still so close, it didn't need to be: Ilia heard the whistling. She stopped dead in her tracks, closed her eyes, and allowed all thoughts to pause in her head, to focus on nothing more than the tune. "Mui, that's a wonderful song," she praised wholeheartedly, clasping her hands close to her chest as she pivoted to look at him again. "What is it?"
"I-it's a traditional featherfolk song, o-one that we k-keep to ourselves. If you w-whistle it to a f-featherfolk, they s-should trust you."
Ilia's jaw dropped, her pupils dilated, and her breathing picked up until it was quite fast. "Oh Mui, thank you! It's the best gift you could give me!" With that excitable squeal, Ilia leapt at poor Mui, who was far too startled to do anything, and thus had to just sit and take the full weight of her constricting glomp raising him up, squeezing the air from this tiny lungs, which wasn't helped by his oxygen intake being further cut off with his face between her large marshmallows. He was only seconds away from passing out when something occurred to Ilia, and she relaxed her vice-like squeeze. "Oh, but I can't whistle. Could you teach the song to Yusuke, please?"
"O-okay," he panted, clutching his chest as Ilia let him drop to the ground. Actually, he hadn't moved since getting here, so he landed with a little "squish" in the wet soil. Now, Ilia seemed all too happy to regroup with the party, practically skipping as she ran to where they left everyone. W-wait, don't leave me a-alone! Mui was also more than eager to get away from the huge puddles of both featherfolk and human urine, and quickly hopped after his fellow herbalist. H-humans really are nice...but I s-still can't get used to t-their forwardness...
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Compared to the open expanse of the Lucille Plain, the Ralos Woods were far more dark and oppressive. Tall trees with thick foliage blocked a lot of sunlight, and the many girthy trunks made it difficult to see anything outside of the clear narrow pathways. Yet Yusuke and the rest of his small team had no choice but to navigate the labyrinthine woodlands to follow a lead on missing craftsmen from Orosk Village in their present time. It would be nearly impossible to safely traverse the forest without someone who knew the lay of the land.
Lucky for Yusuke and the rest, they had come across someone who fit just that bill: a pink, fluffy featherfolk girl named Meamei. They found her being attacked by monsters, and with a little whistle to assure her they weren't equally dangerous, she was quick to buddy up with everyone. Naturally, Ilia was beyond thrilled to be making another featherfolk friend, and was sticking close to Meamei. For a featherfolk, she was quite the extrovert, humming a song as she led the group with a spring in her step to her house deep in the woods.
Though they were taking a little break at the moment at Ilia's request, brought on when she noticed Meamei beginning to squirm and stumble in her bounce. She had a hunch as to why that would be the case, so she asked they rest to allow the two to wander behind some plants and give the little bird the chance to handle whatever ailed her. And her theory was soon confirmed, as the featherfolk vocalized without much in the way of shame now that it was just the two of them. "Ah, thank you! Meamei already really had to pee when we met!" Meamei then wasted no time undoing the belt buckle that kept her waist bag on, which was maybe a common accessory among featherfolk, and dropping her loose white pants to her ankles, lifting her right foot out of the pant leg.
Her next step was obvious: bend her knees to squat. Thing was, featherfolk knees not only faced the opposite direction as humans, they also had approximately half the range of motion as human knees. Meaning, it was biologically impossible for Meamei to squat as low to the ground as a human would. So, as she bent her knees as much as she could, little more than a right angle, and thrust her hips forward. It seemed that was the key to unlock her bladder, because nary a second had passed before a healthy stream of pale yellow urine erupted from her fluffy groin area, falling the two feet to the ground with a slight forward arc. It splashed as a bubbly puddle began to rise from the ground, its soil quickly overwhelmed with more liquid than it could handle, with a satisfying ring that echoed in Meamei's twitching ears. This was a featherfolk girl squat, and she seemed quite pleased with the result, going off how relaxed, relieved, and refreshed she appeared to be mere seconds into her pee. "Ah... Meamei needed that," she chirped.
Ilia could corroborate that declaration. While it was far from the most chaotic, desperate pee she had ever seen, it certainly looked like it was enough to have been causing Meamei distress. It really was quite a bit... Mmph. I suppose it's quite a bit for me as well. Ilia shifted in her shoes and quietly groaned at the sound of Meamei's business, as she realized that a hefty mass of water had accumulated in her abdomen.
Well, there's only one way to take care of this. No one else can see me, and I'm sure Meamei won't mind. Ilia planted her feet more than shoulder-width apart, enough to create a clean gap between her thighs, as she spun her bag to her side and lifted the front of her dress well above her waistline, flashing her panties. And she soon flashed a lot more, because her right hand pushed her underwear down, stretched just above her knees, and spread her private lips with her index and middle fingers, tugging her genitalia higher up, until her urethra pointed upwards and outwards.
And she promptly let go. Ilia produced her own clear, warm brook, splattering in the grass with a resonance just as pleasing as the featherfolk's. "Hah..." It wasn't an emergency, but the herbalist still felt pretty good about releasing her urine. She wasn't getting much power or distance from it; in fact, no shortage of dribbles raced down her legs or drizzled into her underwear, but enough cleanly showered ahead of her that she felt no reason to worry. And doing it this way was so much faster than squatting!
It was a lot more impressive to witness, as well. At least, Meamei thought so, as she looked over while still in the middle of her own half-squat leak. "Wow! That's amazing! How did you learn to do that? Can you teach Meamei?"
"This is actually my first time doing it," she informed, clearly astounded at her own success. "I'm not even sure why I thought of doing it this way, it's like I always knew the method." Given that they had only just met, she didn't want to overwhelm Meamei with topics like time travel, but she had a good idea where this currently very useful skill had originated. I bet you weren't expecting "peeing standing up" to be part of your teachings, were you, Mui?
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People whose kinks are rooted in humiliation/degradation, does it negatively impact your wellbeing/self-esteem?
I know for sure that my kinks formed from previous traumas (years of verbal, physical and even sexual bullying growing up, abusive relationships etc) all contributed, to the point where I can't really reach "full" turned on unless I'm being degraded, doing something degrading, or imagining that scenario.
However once the act is done and you get the post-o slump, its been getting worse and worse for me. The "why am I here? What the fuck did I just look at? What am I doing?". Even developing the messing one caused me to feel so ashamed and depressed I wanted to SH for years. I kind of even used it as self harm sometimes when I felt bad about myself, to make myself feel even worse. I definitely feel like it hasn't helped my self esteem at the very least. Mainly only being able to get off when imagining something degrading, something formed from traumatic experiences can't be good for me in the long run.
Have you tried ignoring or getting rid of your kinks related to degradation/humiliation? Telling a therapist about it? What have you done to combat those side feelings of shame, low self-esteem, disgust?
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Hello! I think it's well overdue I actually post this thing. The set is now fully complete and has gone through a few internal limited playtests. The set is essentially in a finished stage at this point, but may still change based on feedback now that it's available to everyone.
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Day 30: In the Desert (Long Gone Gulch)
The scorpion skittered across the parched earth, baking under the morning sun. A rock’s shadow offered only a brief respite; the heat felt like it was held in the air itself. Pausing, the scorpion looked around for its next meal. It spotted a fat beetle lying in the sand, seemingly dead, and rushed forward to claim the prize. However, when the scorpion was mere inches from the beetle, it paused. Its rudimentary senses were screaming that something wasn’t right. Then there was a low rumbling sound from beneath the earth. The scorpion jumped aside just in time as a massive pair of reptilian jaws rose from the dirt and snapped shut over the beetle. Looking back as it fled, the scorpion realized what had happened: what it thought was a beetle was actually the monster’s tongue, acting as a lure. This bizarre creature was just one of the many oddities in the desert surrounding the town of Gulch. Heavy footsteps approached and the scorpion scurried away.
Rawhide, co-sherriff of Gulch, dashed through the desert like a horse possessed by demons. (Which she had seen more than once. Long story.) She was a woman on a mission, a job so important that she had left her partner Snag sleeping back at the camp. Rawhide frantically scanned the area, one of her eyes hidden under bright red hair.
“C’mon, c’mon!” she muttered to herself. “It’s gotta be around here somewhere!”
Rawhide spotted a boulder and looked behind it.“Nope,” she grumbled. “Not it.” She continued her mad dash, stopping at every large rock she saw, but with no success. “Uh-uh. No. Still no,” she noted. “Also no. Nope. Ah, here we- no, wait, that’s a tortoise.”
Rawhide’s desperate search continued for several minutes, but to no avail. Eventually, she sank to her knees in despair.
“Where is it, dangit?” the sheriff cried out. A lone tumbleweed rolled by in response. It growled at Rawhide, showing off a mouth of thorny teeth.
“Same to you, partner,” Rawhide grumbled. She watched the tumbleweed as it passed by a dead tree leaning against a huge rock. “Funny,” she said to herself, “that looks a bit like- wait!”
With a renewed vigor, Rawhide leapt to her feet and dashed behind the boulder. Yes, this was it! Several smaller rocks stood in a circle, forming a makeshift shelter. A wooden sign adorned with messy handwriting confirmed it: RAWHIDE’S PEEING PLACE.
Out in the desert there were many hazards, ranging from monsters to quicksand to dust devils (both the tornado kind and the literal kind). You couldn’t afford to be left vulnerable, and Rawhide had discovered early in her career that one of the most dangerous activities in the wilderness was one of the simplest: relieving herself. She had been literally caught with her pants down more times than she cared to admit. So when Rawhide had discovered this safe haven a few months ago, she had been quick to mark the location for future use. And right now, she desperately needed to use it.
Trembling from her need to pee, Rawhide stepped inside the circle of stones and lowered herself into a squat. She lifted up her dress, lowered her bloomers and relaxed her bladder. Urine rushed out of her with a loud hiss, spraying the ground with golden rain. A nearby scorpion ran for cover as the deluge continued, the liquid quickly being absorbed by the sand.
“Phew, that’s better,” Rawhide sighed. “Almost thought I wouldn’t make it.”
Rawhide’s bladder continued to drain for a long time, but eventually it ran dry. In lieu of toilet paper, Rawhide shook herself dry before putting her clothes back in place.
“Boy, I needed that,” she said to herself. “‘Til next time, Peeing Place.”
With that, she headed back to camp with a spring in her step. The scorpion, meanwhile, stayed hidden under a rock, unsure of exactly how it had almost gotten drenched.
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My plan is to get it to be a time based need to go. So I’ll go every 4 hours, based on a timer on my phone that continually resets. Im currently being nice to my self and allowing a free pee a day if I missed the pee because of life commitments.
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Worldbuilding - 1900s Omorashi & some WIP
Back in November I was working part time on a National Novel Writing Month Omorashi story. I wanted another convoluted reason why a character would have to deal with a lot of Omorashi situations. An old interest of mine is how complicated old undergarments were, and how impossible it must have been for a fancy woman to just go and take a piss. So I did some research, watched some videos, and was pleasantly surprised.
This was one of the first videos I watched. It seemed that as we got closer to 'modern' times, women's undergarments were often two legs strung together. As long as their legs weren't spread eagle, visually they were decent down below. But that means that they didn't have to undress a whole bunch to use the restroom. They could just pull up their dress and the cage underneath, and find a proper sitting position to let loose. This did sort of spoil my Omorashi fantasy of a woman so flustered with her layers that she wets herself, but that is okay.
As time went on, women started to wear different combinations of leggings, split drawers, bodices, camisoles, cages, and bustles. All in the hopes of staying ahead of fashion. In a story set during the late 1800s early 1900s, your characters can wear pretty much whatever kind of funny underwear you want and it would probably be 'correct enough'. So I decided to just know about a few of them and run with whatever I liked most.
So I knew I wanted a story set around the 1900s, but since I couldn't have the problem of layers I needed some new crisis that lead to a woman constantly being in a desperate and humiliating situations (focus on the humiliation). My solution was to go toward horror. Not the absolutely grotesque like blood from the desiccated corpse, but more like an ominous dread that hangs over the characters. The sort of lingering insanity story. It would allow me to have wettings related to fear without any blood or gore ruining the mood. I'm not a huge fan of fear wetting relatively, as I like desperation. But when combining the two, I'm okay.
Enter Halifax Manor. Can't even remember how I got to that name. Either way I went with an old trope for easy entry. Character is going to inherit property, but she has to stay at a creepy property first. Except in the case of this story, Halifax Manor is far away from any town (for isolation), has a small staff (for witnesses), and has an odd shortage of bathrooms (for drama). There is a small staff there, including the lawyer that is judging if our MC is 'brave enough' to inherit the property.
I've written out a fair chunk, and I'll be working on more over the next couple of days. I'll post it and a couple of other stories over the next couple of days maybe...
The language I'm using is mostly to avoid the sort of 'improper' language that the character herself would avoid. So you'll notice me sort of talking around the desperation at hand.
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The journey to Halifax manor was a long one. After the journey through Blackburn forest and through the foothills, it requires going up a rather steep mountainside. There was a small village about halfway up the mountain, by the name of Saint Martin, where simple people seemed to live their life oblivious of the world going on below them. Then the rest of the journey was avoiding falling off the side of the mountain as you weaved back and forth along the S-shaped road toward the manor. Occasionally a sign would remind you that you are heading to Halifax manor, and literally nowhere else.
Megan counted the signs, there were 10 before she saw the manor peeking over the treetops. Black tiles on a steep rooftop that slowly came into view. She looked out the carriage window and could see that further down the dreary road through the mountain forest, there was a large black iron gate. This was it, she was finally here at Halifax.
The wagon slowed down some 100 yards from the gate, then came to a stop.
She didn’t know why, so at first she just waited. Then she heard the driver jump down and come around the side. It was middle-aged man, mustache too large for his face as if it stole hair from the top of his head.
“Sorry miss, this is as far as I go,” he said with a nod and a tip of his hat.
“As far as you go?” Megan snapped, leaning back as if he reached out to slap her, “the gates are right there. Do you expect me to drag my luggage all the way over there?”
The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but then thought better. He looked over to the gates, and she could see his eyes lower to the ground before he turned back. She assumed he thought better of his idiotic comment.
“I know better than to get any closer, miss. I can unload your luggage here and I’ll wait with it until you get all of it of course. But uhm…”
She could see that pushing him on this wasn’t going to work. It must have been some policy for his carriage company. Maybe it was a disagreement with the previous owners of the manor. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to budge. She let out a huff, and opened the door to the carriage before hopping out.
Her shoes sank into the dirt a bit. Of course the road here would be unpaved, but it was also uneven and soft. One more problem she would have to look at, if she got the chance.Megan stood by as the older man pulled her pieces of luggage down and stacked them in the dirt. She stood with arms crossed, making sure her displeasure was known. If she was going to have to suffer at the hands of this stickler, she wouldn’t pretend to enjoy it.
“You need help there ma’am?” A man shouted.
She turned and saw a large man approaching wearing a thick wool coat with a burlap sack over his shoulder. His face was shaved, but seemed to have turned to stubble since the last clean shave.
Megan stood from the carriage, “I’m fine. I mean, you are?”
The man came over and without answering grabbed a bag from the hands of the driver and brought it down to the road.
“Thank you, sir,” The driver said, “some of these are rather heavy.”
“No kidding,” the man said with a laugh.
“Excuse me,” Megan said while looking between them, “those are my bags. I asked who you are.”
The man chuckled, “just a helping hand. You need to get these up to the doors?”
Megan looked down the road, and then to the man. He didn’t seem dangerous, but it was a mystery why he was all the way up here. It made her a little nervous. Then again, he didn’t look like a dangerous man. His features were strong, his hands were worked but he had a charming smile. It seemed like he could be trusted with this much.
“Sorry,” Megan said with a nod, “yes, please. It seems the driver here isn’t able to take us any further.”
The man grabbed two bags and started to walk. He made a motion with his head for her to follow. She did, walking beside him as they went along toward the gate.
“It is a superstition thing,” the man said, “they think this place is cursed. Bad luck kind of stuff, you know.”
Megan looked over her shoulder. The driver was standing super close to his carriage, as if the slightest fright would send him back behind the reins and he would flee. It seemed ridiculous, a house like this actually being cursed?
“I didn’t know,” Megan said, “I knew this place was out of the way, and falling apart, but to think the locals think it is cursed as well.”
The man shrugged, “it happens with people like this. They don’t get out much. Going to pick you up is probably the furthest he will get away from home all year.”
Megan looked up at the man, “well, thanks for helping then. Since it seems help around here will be scarce.”
He looked back down at her, and didn’t say a word for a few steps. Just before she got nervous from the attention, he said, “Name’s Byron, by the way.”
“Megan Unsworth,” she replied, “sorry if I seemed standoffish earlier. It has been a rather long journey and I thought I was finally at a point where I could unwind.”
Byron chuckled, “well ma’am you’ll have plenty of time to do whatever you wish up here. Not much else to be done I’m afraid. This place isn’t much for entertainment.”
Megan was going to ask exactly what Byron was doing out there, but she didn’t know if he would take offense. If this mountain was his home, then it would seem odd to question why he was here at all. So she kept the thought to herself.
They made it to the iron gate. It arched up and had a giant crowing rooster at the peak of it, along with the name Halifax in the bars themselves. The rest of the way around was a simple-pike like design that rose up. It would be hard for anyone to climb without ripping themselves up. That was some small security.
“You’re expected, I assume?” Byron asked as they got to the gate.
Megan snapped out of her thoughts, “Yes, I have to meet with a Mr. Lee this afternoon. Glad I made it here as early as I did. Maybe I can unpack before we proceed with matters.”
Byron nodded, put down one of her bags, and then went over to the gate. It had a lock at the center, the kind that looked like it required a sturdy metal key of old make. Byron grabbed the gate and pulled, but the gate rattled and stayed put.
“Strange, it should be open if you are expected.” Byron looked past the gate, hoping to spot someone from between the bars. On the other side was the manor itself, a large dark house three stories high. The windows were dark, the grass was dried out, fall leaves covered the ground leaving bare trees. The place gave a grim appearance.
“I’ll go grab your other bags,” Byron said, “see if you can get Mr. Lee’s attention by rattling the gate. Someone should hear you and come on out.”
“Are you sure?” Megan asked.
But Byron was already on his way back to the carriage. Leaving Megan there at the gate by herself. Byron seemed to know what he was talking about, so she rattled the gate as loud as she could. The sound of the metal screeching was loud enough to grate on her nerves, and it echoed over the grounds. There was no immediate response. She looked back toward Byron, he was walking backwards, motioning her on to keep doing what she was doing. Then he turned and started to pick up his pace back toward the carriage.
Megan took a deep breath, and rattled the gate again. There was nothing at first, then she thought she could hear the sound of approaching steps crunching through leaves. She tried to see where they were coming from, but there was no sign of anyone.
“Hello! Anyone here?” she asked before banging the gate around again.
The steps increased in kind. Megan tried to squeeze her head between the bars to see better. She could pinpoint the origin of the sound better now, it was coming around the house on her right. Something was coming, but it wasn’t a person.
It was a hound, massive and black. It was rushing toward the gate with teeth bared and reckless speed.
Megan froze in place. It was coming straight for her. Could it get through the gate somehow? The bars were close together, but maybe it could. Her heart started to pound, and she felt a cold sweat start over her whole body. She wanted to look back and see if Byron was coming, or the driver, or anyone. Someone had to know that this was happening, someone had to be there and ready to help her, surely. But she couldn’t move, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the approaching beast. Its eyes were locked with hers, it knew its target, and nothing was going to stop it from hurting her.
Then a terrible dread took hold of her. The long journey, the exhaustion, and everything together put her at risk of doing something absolutely mortifying before she was also mauled.Her whole body tensed as if to resist that notion of absolute defeat. But that was one problem delayed, and another was still heading toward her at a breakneck pace.
“Byron!” Megan screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes closing as she shouted up to the heavens, “Byron!”
There was a terrible clash against the iron, and immediately the black beast let out a rancorous snarling and gnashing. She could hear it crashing and hear teeth snapping. If it was going to be able to squeeze through the gate, she had to know, what if she had to run?
Her eyes peeked open, and she was met with teeth reaching out for her from a muzzle pushed well past the iron bars.
“Aaaaaah!” Her scream was pure instinct as fear swept down her body. She wanted to hold herself tight, keep every muscle constricted as if that would maintain some sort of dignity. But something instinctive knew better, knew that she had to be loose, ready to run, ready to flee from this terrible creature. That she had to let everything go.
So as cold fear spread down her body, from waist down there was a disturbing warmth that began as a spray so powerful that she could swear it was audible. Then it flowed from there, down the right leg more than the left, dampening her leggings immediately.
“Ma’am!” Byron appeared at her side, standing between her and the dog.
Megan fell back into the dirt, landing hard on her rear with mortifying squishing sensation.
“Are you okay?!” Byron shouted as he looked over his shoulder to her.
The realization of what she had done sank in. Her butt was soaked, and her leggings were hot. She stopped her humiliation temporarily, but she knew there was more to come. Her eyes burned with tears.
“It… it showed up out of nowhere…” she was gasping as she tried to talk.
“Miss Unsworth?” Said another man’s voice. Both Byron and Megan turned to a man now standing at the side of the dog. He was wearing a brown suit, and had short and styled brown hair. His skin was pale, and his eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He grabbed the dog at the collar, and it immediately calmed down.
“Mr. Lee?” Byron said as he turned to Megan and held a hand out for her, “where were you? Why was the gate locked?”
Lee’s eyes were locked on Megan, watching her as she took Byron’s hand and was pulled to her unsteady feet.
“My apologies,” Mr. Lee said, “there was a problem on the back half of the property in the garden, and I didn’t want to leave the front unattended. I didn’t expect our guest to be this punctual.”
Megan steadied herself, locking her knees and getting her body under control. She could feel the rapidly cooling shame on her legs, but her dress was long enough that she wasn’t sure anyone else had noticed. Her fear was under control now. But her needs were still there, just more natural. If she could get them to stop arguing so she could make it to a washroom, there was still a chance, though growing slimmer by the second.
“Can we take this conversation inside?” Megan asked, wiping the tears from her eyes, “that beast gave me quite the fright, and I would love to compose myself.”
Mr. Lee stood without saying a word for a moment, his eyes scanning Megan up and down.
She wondered if her humiliation was already obvious.
“Agreed,” Mr. Lee said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key as archaic as she expected. He unlocked the gate and pulled the dog far back. Byron opened the gate, and Megan wobbled her way through.
“Mr. Mack, see that her luggage gets inside while she gets comfortable.” Mr. Lee said as he made a motion toward the door.
Megan looked from Lee and the dog, to Byron.
Byron gave her a touch on the elbow. While the action was definitely meant to be kind, in her current state any physical contact was unnerving in itself. But he nodded to her, “go ahead, I’ll bring your bags in right away. Mr. Lee is a good man, if a little preoccupied.”
She tried not to visibly fidget. Her body felt weak, shaken. The dog was calmer now, but still looked ready to strike if Lee gave the command. She stepped past them, and headed for the front door. Her clothing was cooling rapidly, wadding up. She had to force herself not to waddle as she made her way up the long cobblestone path to the double doors.
They were talking behind her. About what, she didn’t know, and she didn’t dare stop long enough to find out. She reached the door, and when she went to open it she found it was also locked. But before she could panic further, there was the sound of someone unlocking it, and the doors pulled back to reveal a plump woman with long black hair and rosy cheeks.
“Ah, you must be Miss Unsworth?” The woman said. Her voice was young but still had a motherly charm. She looked into Megan’s eyes, and immediately stepped in and whispered, “Is something wrong dear? Are you okay?”
Megan nodded, “Yes, I could just use a place to freshen up.”
“Ah!” The woman said, “the lavatory. Of course, you’ve had a long journey ma’am. I’ll show ya’ the way.” - 4
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Starting capacity and first time hitting 400mL
I started my training with a few baseline measurements, with no measurements above 260mL, and no urges above a 7. I explained my urgency rating system in my introduction blog post, but I included the scale at the bottom here as well. Up until recently, I had been emptying my bladder at the slightest urge. If I want to not feel the need to go so easily and actually have better capacity, I’ll need to work on it. I thought that going 150mL at a 5 was respectable, but it would be more impressive if it could be twice that output, or even more.
My very first measurements were in a makeshift measurement container – a recyclable plastic jar, with some markings on the side based on filling gradually with a measuring cup. Then my boyfriend and I got a graduated cylinder that goes up to 1L (and like I mentioned before, it’s possible I’ll need an upgrade someday). We kept the makeshift jar, in case we both need to urgently relieve ourselves while still measuring our capacity.
The time I hit 400mL was my first real deliberate hold. My boyfriend encouraged me to keep holding longer than I would have otherwise. It was just me holding by myself As I’m starting I’m sure this is helpful. But later I’ll want to see how well I can motivate myself. (To be continued.) My boyfriend audited the data collection and made sure it was done with integrity. But it was clear I had performed respectably, and my output in the cylinder showed.
This was my best performance up to this point, but it was overshadowed by one of my boyfriend’s a week before. He went over 460mL at only a 7. What seems impressive is getting high output for low urgency ratings. So at this point, he’s more impressive than me, which is what I expected to begin with. Let’s see how I improve, and maybe someday I’ll outdo him.
Something I’ll be doing more so as I continue is deliberately drinking more. I’ve learned through some experience and hearing from others that holding for many hours won’t always have impressive results. I appreciate the encouragement and suggestions I’ve received from connections on OmoOrg and PeeFans.
Until next time,
Rita
Urgency rating scale
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Preemptive, no feeling
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Preemptive, bit of feeling
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Nuisance, low
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Nuisance, medium
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Nuisance, high
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Urge, low
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Desperate!
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Exceeded boundaries - not good
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Start with your bladder at 8/10.Watch water world or a two hour movie. You got to stand with your legs spread apart. And wearing only panties. You are not allowed to pee until the movie ends.
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Will my nappy stay dry 😂
So just got a nice package of new nappies and popped one on
I wonder if it will still be dry later
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